Flying With Dragons
by Concetta
Daystar kicked up the dust of the dirt path on the Mountains of Morning, as he walked. He was heading toward cave of King Kazul and her honorary princess, Shiara the firewitch. It had been five months since he'd seen her. The last time he had been with her was when he had helped her get situated at Kazul's cave, (at the end of the book).
In those five months he really missed her. He thought back on his adventures with her in the Enchanted Forest. His mind dwelled mostly when she had been turned into a statue and he had to kiss her to cure her.
It hadn't bothered him in the least bit, having to kiss Shiara. When she had been turned into a statue, for some reason it felt as if his whole world had been shattered to pieces beyond recovery. How happy he was when the kiss worked! He felt a happiness that he had never known before. He couldn't put his finger on where it had derived from, then.
Now, walking towards Kazul's cave he knew exactly how he felt about Shiara. He loved her. Even if she had a temper that sent her hair into flaming columns, he loved her, though her flaming hair and fiery tears did scare him when he first met her.
As he thought back to the statue-kiss incident, he suddenly remembered how she reacted . .
"'Hey! Daystar, what on earth do you think you're doing?'"
She did not look happy about it. Daystar stopped in his tracks. His joyous, love induced, mood suddenly fell into despair.
"I had forgotten about that," he murmured to himself. Then he kicked a stone that bounced off one of the boulders sitting near the path. "Who am I kidding? She doesn't love me. How could she? I'm just a naive, clumsy prince, who still hasn't completely mastered a sword."
Still, the trait of perseverance that came from his mother, Cimorene, ran thorough him and with jaw set he walked into the cave.
by Concetta
Daystar kicked up the dust of the dirt path on the Mountains of Morning, as he walked. He was heading toward cave of King Kazul and her honorary princess, Shiara the firewitch. It had been five months since he'd seen her. The last time he had been with her was when he had helped her get situated at Kazul's cave, (at the end of the book).
In those five months he really missed her. He thought back on his adventures with her in the Enchanted Forest. His mind dwelled mostly when she had been turned into a statue and he had to kiss her to cure her.
It hadn't bothered him in the least bit, having to kiss Shiara. When she had been turned into a statue, for some reason it felt as if his whole world had been shattered to pieces beyond recovery. How happy he was when the kiss worked! He felt a happiness that he had never known before. He couldn't put his finger on where it had derived from, then.
Now, walking towards Kazul's cave he knew exactly how he felt about Shiara. He loved her. Even if she had a temper that sent her hair into flaming columns, he loved her, though her flaming hair and fiery tears did scare him when he first met her.
As he thought back to the statue-kiss incident, he suddenly remembered how she reacted . .
"'Hey! Daystar, what on earth do you think you're doing?'"
She did not look happy about it. Daystar stopped in his tracks. His joyous, love induced, mood suddenly fell into despair.
"I had forgotten about that," he murmured to himself. Then he kicked a stone that bounced off one of the boulders sitting near the path. "Who am I kidding? She doesn't love me. How could she? I'm just a naive, clumsy prince, who still hasn't completely mastered a sword."
Still, the trait of perseverance that came from his mother, Cimorene, ran thorough him and with jaw set he walked into the cave.