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Chapter One-The Beginning
As the chill of the morning air crept in, Kitamya awoke from an uneasy sleep. As usual, she had
the same recurring dream. For a strange reason, though, it felt very different to her. She tried to
figure out why as she sat in her silver-báán bed and her silky white sheets wrapped around her
small but strong figure. It was different somehow, but why? It was the same, repetitive dream,
that to her made no sense at all, so why was it different this time? It''s not like it was reality or
anything, for how can angels, kingdoms, and lost ones be real? Her sister, Soaring, interrupted
her thoughts with her loud but gentle voice from the kitchen, ""Come on, Kitamya, you''re going
to be late for Cumhdaigh! You don''t want to keep the High Elven waiting, do you?"" Kitamya
brushed her short golden brown hair out of her greyish blue eyes as she ran barefoot into the
magnificent open silver kitchen, where the sun shone in from every crystal wall. She loved the
kitchen-it was very beautiful. There were elegant crystal walls, silver embroider, gold taps and
sinks, and looked like something that you would pull out of a fantasy book. ""Come on lazy
poke, you are going to be late!"" Soaring sighed loudly. ""I can''t wait until I am out of Intraw
and at your level! Then I don''t have to go to these boring sessions where you ''learn your inner
self'' with an Elven."" Kitamya declared. ""Umm, what is your level called again?"" ""It''s
called Kééro, and you should enjoy being an Intraw, it''s a very special age. Though you are
young, you have a meaning to your life, and those courses you take help you discover them. You
never know, you may have a great meaning is store, but you will never know unless you try to
figure it out."" Soaring explained.
The long walk back from the Golden Nigh Grove gave Kitamya time to think over the lesson that
she just had. What did Cumhdaigh say to her again? Oh, yes. Something about dreams and astral
travel. But why did she bother to listen this time? It wasn''t as if she hadn''t heard something
like this before, but something got her caught up this once. But what was it? She pondered as she
watched the silver flying fish soar above the treetops. Then it came to her that it was because it
somehow applied to her, like it was meant for her, and that Cumhdaigh must have known what
she was like, and that this session was really meant for her. It was her dreams. The more she
thought about it, the more realistic it became. But could it be true? Could she have found
''herself'' that easily? She decided that after tomorrow''s session, she would consult with
Cumhdaigh and ask more about this. But for now, she had to focus on getting home, for it was
getting very dark.
That night, Kitamya slept very restlessly. She would lay in her bed with the soft moonlight
glowing off of her sheets, like it shone itself, and stare at the night sky. She was afraid-afraid of
going to sleep and seeing it again. The night had its own power though, and it wanted her to
sleep. So sleep crept over Kitamya like a forceful wave, but she tried as hard as she could to not
be overcome with it. Slowly, she nodded off, and the night was pleased with itself.
enough, and more stories too! Add me 2 ur favourites so u can check up on my new ones! ~_^
Chapter One-The Beginning
As the chill of the morning air crept in, Kitamya awoke from an uneasy sleep. As usual, she had
the same recurring dream. For a strange reason, though, it felt very different to her. She tried to
figure out why as she sat in her silver-báán bed and her silky white sheets wrapped around her
small but strong figure. It was different somehow, but why? It was the same, repetitive dream,
that to her made no sense at all, so why was it different this time? It''s not like it was reality or
anything, for how can angels, kingdoms, and lost ones be real? Her sister, Soaring, interrupted
her thoughts with her loud but gentle voice from the kitchen, ""Come on, Kitamya, you''re going
to be late for Cumhdaigh! You don''t want to keep the High Elven waiting, do you?"" Kitamya
brushed her short golden brown hair out of her greyish blue eyes as she ran barefoot into the
magnificent open silver kitchen, where the sun shone in from every crystal wall. She loved the
kitchen-it was very beautiful. There were elegant crystal walls, silver embroider, gold taps and
sinks, and looked like something that you would pull out of a fantasy book. ""Come on lazy
poke, you are going to be late!"" Soaring sighed loudly. ""I can''t wait until I am out of Intraw
and at your level! Then I don''t have to go to these boring sessions where you ''learn your inner
self'' with an Elven."" Kitamya declared. ""Umm, what is your level called again?"" ""It''s
called Kééro, and you should enjoy being an Intraw, it''s a very special age. Though you are
young, you have a meaning to your life, and those courses you take help you discover them. You
never know, you may have a great meaning is store, but you will never know unless you try to
figure it out."" Soaring explained.
The long walk back from the Golden Nigh Grove gave Kitamya time to think over the lesson that
she just had. What did Cumhdaigh say to her again? Oh, yes. Something about dreams and astral
travel. But why did she bother to listen this time? It wasn''t as if she hadn''t heard something
like this before, but something got her caught up this once. But what was it? She pondered as she
watched the silver flying fish soar above the treetops. Then it came to her that it was because it
somehow applied to her, like it was meant for her, and that Cumhdaigh must have known what
she was like, and that this session was really meant for her. It was her dreams. The more she
thought about it, the more realistic it became. But could it be true? Could she have found
''herself'' that easily? She decided that after tomorrow''s session, she would consult with
Cumhdaigh and ask more about this. But for now, she had to focus on getting home, for it was
getting very dark.
That night, Kitamya slept very restlessly. She would lay in her bed with the soft moonlight
glowing off of her sheets, like it shone itself, and stare at the night sky. She was afraid-afraid of
going to sleep and seeing it again. The night had its own power though, and it wanted her to
sleep. So sleep crept over Kitamya like a forceful wave, but she tried as hard as she could to not
be overcome with it. Slowly, she nodded off, and the night was pleased with itself.