Konnichiwa!

At the moment my friend, Phoenix (Evangeline-the angel) and I are writing a story under the name undu-isil-ar-elen. Come check it out. (It's a Lord of the Rings story...)

Alright, so I'm working on trying to find a story that I actually want to post. Ever-Fixed Mark will be updated whenever I can get to it.

¡UPDATE!

¡Chapter 2 and 3 up on Ever-Fixed Mark!

¡UPDATE!

Well, please review!

If one does not like a story, don't read it.

Arigato!

A big shoutout to my new friend and beta Silidons! Practice makes perfect. Ano..or something like that...(laughs)

What would you like to know about me? That I am a lover of Shakespeare, LotR, anime, animals, drawing, and writing? That I plan to travel the world someday? Or maybe that I ramble a lot and love to read? Well...whatever the case may be...alright, I don't have anything to put here...(laughs). Don't forget, constructive critisism.

My heart is broken; though, it doesn't bother me. Is it that I have withdrawn into myself completely or that I never had one to break?

-A friend

William Shakespeare

Sonnet 116:
(Also in Susan Cooper's King of Shadows, 105)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out, even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

Susan Cooper's King of Shadows: page 105

-Before I could say anything, he held out the page to me, and stood up. "I have no picture of what may become of us when we are dead, Nat," he said. "But I do know thy father's love for thee did not die with him, nor thine for him. Nor mine for my Hamnet-or for this lady. Love is love. An ever-fixed mark. Remember that, and try to be comforted."

-He said "fixed" as if it had two syllables. I remember that.

-I took the stiff, curling paper, and put it carefully smooth under my pillow. "Thank you very, very much," I said.

-"Sleep well, sprite," Shakespeare said. He bent down and kissed me on the forehead. Then he blew out my candle, and went out, carrying his own. The shadows flickered away with him, and left the room dark.

O-daiji ni!!!

...and to all my friends out there, thanks for all the support!