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*~*Chapter 1*~*
-The Diary-
Saige Evans, a tall girl of 13 years, sat perched in her favorite willow tree. She pushed a few stray strands of her Dirty Blonde hair from her eyes and continued reading. In neat writing on top of the page read...
'april 9th, 2004,
Dear Diary, Mom let me go out the gates today, but not for long. I wasn't allowed to leave the steps, but it still was exhilarating...'
Saige snorted and tossed the diary away. Whoever had written it had left it on the wall into the castle, another one of Saige's many lookout posts. She enjoyed -and loathed- watching the townspeople. They always took such pity on her, giving her food and offering her a home. Saige would just snort and stalk off. She wouldn't accept favors, she had too much dignity. Her home was here in the woods beside the village, and it was where she belonged. "'Lo up there!" Saige looked down the trunk of the tree and saw her best -and only- friend Kyra standing there. Kyra was a wolf dog, and a looked a little worse for wear. Her long, shaggy fur was a deep brown color, like chocolate, and she was roughly the size of a small bear. But besides her size, she was amazingly light and nimble. She gazed up at Saige through her green eyes (which Saige thought clashed terribly with her fur). "I said Hello" Saige had a gift, she could communicate with animals. It wasn't as great as that of which she heard in tales, of being able to control fire and water, but it was nifty. "Hey" Saige sighed, diving from the tree and landing beside Kyra. "Was hard tah see yah there" Kyra smiled in her southern accent, nodding at Saige's clothes. Saige was in her normal attire, a black belly-shirt and baggy green pants held up with a thick brown belt. On the belt was a long, pointed dagger, and slung over her back was a sword fit snugly in it's hilt. "shall we go and visit town?" Kyra said, trying to strike up some sort of conversation. As if to answer, Saige's stomach gave a low rumble. Saige blushed. "Yeah.." she smiled as turned on her heel and headed for town. Light filtered through the trees and little yellow flecks played across Saige and Kyra's backs. The trees were bunched together so thickly, that the sky wasn't even visible. It could be raining for all they knew. The further they walked, the less trees there were, until there were only 4 or 5 trees every 50 yards. The town was visible now, a huge looming wall made of cobblestone built around it. In the very center was a huge castle, stained glass windows every 3 feet. As the duo walked closer, the castle appeared to grow with them. Saige looked upwards, wincing against the sun, into a small hut atop the wall. She felt a sudden ping of pity for the poor man who had to climb up there every day, but that soon diminished as the man looked from his post and snorted "well if it ain't the street rat again" before pulling a lever and swinging open the 8 story high oak doors.
*~*Chapter 1*~*
-The Diary-
Saige Evans, a tall girl of 13 years, sat perched in her favorite willow tree. She pushed a few stray strands of her Dirty Blonde hair from her eyes and continued reading. In neat writing on top of the page read...
'april 9th, 2004,
Dear Diary, Mom let me go out the gates today, but not for long. I wasn't allowed to leave the steps, but it still was exhilarating...'
Saige snorted and tossed the diary away. Whoever had written it had left it on the wall into the castle, another one of Saige's many lookout posts. She enjoyed -and loathed- watching the townspeople. They always took such pity on her, giving her food and offering her a home. Saige would just snort and stalk off. She wouldn't accept favors, she had too much dignity. Her home was here in the woods beside the village, and it was where she belonged. "'Lo up there!" Saige looked down the trunk of the tree and saw her best -and only- friend Kyra standing there. Kyra was a wolf dog, and a looked a little worse for wear. Her long, shaggy fur was a deep brown color, like chocolate, and she was roughly the size of a small bear. But besides her size, she was amazingly light and nimble. She gazed up at Saige through her green eyes (which Saige thought clashed terribly with her fur). "I said Hello" Saige had a gift, she could communicate with animals. It wasn't as great as that of which she heard in tales, of being able to control fire and water, but it was nifty. "Hey" Saige sighed, diving from the tree and landing beside Kyra. "Was hard tah see yah there" Kyra smiled in her southern accent, nodding at Saige's clothes. Saige was in her normal attire, a black belly-shirt and baggy green pants held up with a thick brown belt. On the belt was a long, pointed dagger, and slung over her back was a sword fit snugly in it's hilt. "shall we go and visit town?" Kyra said, trying to strike up some sort of conversation. As if to answer, Saige's stomach gave a low rumble. Saige blushed. "Yeah.." she smiled as turned on her heel and headed for town. Light filtered through the trees and little yellow flecks played across Saige and Kyra's backs. The trees were bunched together so thickly, that the sky wasn't even visible. It could be raining for all they knew. The further they walked, the less trees there were, until there were only 4 or 5 trees every 50 yards. The town was visible now, a huge looming wall made of cobblestone built around it. In the very center was a huge castle, stained glass windows every 3 feet. As the duo walked closer, the castle appeared to grow with them. Saige looked upwards, wincing against the sun, into a small hut atop the wall. She felt a sudden ping of pity for the poor man who had to climb up there every day, but that soon diminished as the man looked from his post and snorted "well if it ain't the street rat again" before pulling a lever and swinging open the 8 story high oak doors.