I'm new here, so forgive me if I try to stay blunt.

I am twenty one years of age, caucasion, and among other things about six foot one or so, greenish blue eyes brown hair.

My fascination with reading that has stemmed far from my childhood, grows with every year that I age. I had begun to write stories, some were good, others not so good. But they all seemed to work. Unfortunately the website that they were introduced upon was destroyed and with it the three stories. One of them being my best so far I haven't given up on it yet. One comment, had given me five stars, which surprised me, because I was not expecting any stars what so ever.

I only ask that you are patient with me as I begin writing the one story over again. As I tend to work to a certain point, and for a good while, just sort of give up for a while, but not completely. On the other hand it may be some time before the story even appears. But I hope that when it does you, or at least most of you might enjoy it. For now the plot is a little mixed up, but I have most of the story line down in my head, and am in the process of making notes and so on to keep the storyline in check.

Though he might not be alive any more. I adone my inspiration to the creation of this story, to the late James Oliver Rigney Jr. aka Robert Jordan.

Also, just for the point of it now, and I hate to dissapoint those who've had a chance to read what I've put on so far. I'm going to delete what has been put on the story so far.

Now, before you get too overly angry with me, if you do that is, the reason I am taking it off line is that I realized from the prologue to chapter one, I have many loose ends that need to be tied before I am truly ready to post what I've made.

In essence I would rather post it here online as a complete, rather than the rough draft as it seems to be so far.