Meggie's True Heart
It was another day and another hour that was spent thinking about him. Doria was now more than just a curious warrior and strong and courageous hero. He was my future and it will always be that way. It was written by fate herself amidst the leaves of time and on the pages of my heart. I am Meggie Folchart and I know my true heart.
The warm summer breeze fluttered by as the fairies swirled around in the trees above.
It was a hard day. It would be a difficult day to live through. My little brother and Resa were flying again, and Mo was curing the books for the newly married Violante and the Black Prince, who, with the help of Balbulus, were trying to restore some old books that had once belonged to Violante's mother.
And Doria was nowhere to be found. I wanted to always know where he was at now. It was like some constant worry that filled my heart with dread and kept it longing for the sight of its keeper again. Ever since Farid left, I knew that my love for him was a true love and it was my first, but it was a love for him that could be thought over and could be placed aside, changed into a sisterly and friendly love.
Doria, on the other hand, he was forever a riddle and I knew that my heart would continue to beat, chaotically, a tune that only his heart could respond to.