A/N: still only own what is not familiar…sorry I haven't updated in a long while, inspiration was on the low. Worked on this during school and all…yeah I still have my sprained arm…but I broke it…guess where and I'll mention your name in my next chapter! This would have been up on Friday but I got sick in band (which is before I have pc time) so I didn't get to e-mail it to myself.
Something about Quessar Park was bothering her, some of the architectural work looked like something she drew once before. Or maybe the park was like the place she could only dream about, home…a real home. The air felt old and like it was calling to her, Free is deep in thought her mind wandering about, thinking about nothing and everything... but especially the park. It has an air of mystery. Her name being called broke her thoughts "Free! Hullo Free!!" Free looked up, she looked like she was suddenly pulled from the dream "Huh? What? Oh sorry Peter…I guess I was daydreaming." They broke out into a run in order to catch up the rest of the group. Mr. Luke was waiting for them when they arrived. "Free, right?" She nodded. "You best keep paying attention. It might due you some good later on" Mr. Luke turned and started to tell the group something about an old ocean dock that they were near. Free made a face, 'That's strange' she thought. "Legend has it that, when elves were supposedly on this earth…This port here" He points to his left, "would take them to the grey heavens, it's like our Heaven or paradise, when they were ready to move on. Now…if I am correct, an elf once stayed here after all the others had passed on. She was" Free looked up from the ground. Peter nudged her "ow" she mumbled. "Bearing a child," Mr. Green continued, "The rest of the legend I cannot remember…It goes more or less she stayed and the elf and her elf-child stayed here." Something about the last sentence grabbed her attention. Free looked over to Peter, a question in her eyes. "Do you think it's true? The legend I mean." Peter looked up at her and waited a few moments before responding. "I think…anything is possible. It could be, it very well could be" Free nodded. Peter thought "She is the first person in a long time who actually takes me seriously, maybe it is her…" The group starts to walk again. Peter ran up to Mr. Green "Aaye! Amin talam he!" (Hail! I found her!) Mr. Green looked over his shoulder. "shhh, not here. Not now" He said. Mr. Green became slightly annoyed with Peter, again. Peter mumbled something about no one ever taking him seriously and slowly walks back to Free. "I have to tell her" Peter thought. "So…?" Free said, questioningly. "Nothing, nothing at all" Peter said. This was going to be a tough one. He knew who he was looking for. And She was right in front of him…"Maybe Peter is right, but he would not know what to look for. Not even I know what we are looking for"
Something about Quessar Park was bothering her, some of the architectural work looked like something she drew once before. Or maybe the park was like the place she could only dream about, home…a real home. The air felt old and like it was calling to her, Free is deep in thought her mind wandering about, thinking about nothing and everything... but especially the park. It has an air of mystery. Her name being called broke her thoughts "Free! Hullo Free!!" Free looked up, she looked like she was suddenly pulled from the dream "Huh? What? Oh sorry Peter…I guess I was daydreaming." They broke out into a run in order to catch up the rest of the group. Mr. Luke was waiting for them when they arrived. "Free, right?" She nodded. "You best keep paying attention. It might due you some good later on" Mr. Luke turned and started to tell the group something about an old ocean dock that they were near. Free made a face, 'That's strange' she thought. "Legend has it that, when elves were supposedly on this earth…This port here" He points to his left, "would take them to the grey heavens, it's like our Heaven or paradise, when they were ready to move on. Now…if I am correct, an elf once stayed here after all the others had passed on. She was" Free looked up from the ground. Peter nudged her "ow" she mumbled. "Bearing a child," Mr. Green continued, "The rest of the legend I cannot remember…It goes more or less she stayed and the elf and her elf-child stayed here." Something about the last sentence grabbed her attention. Free looked over to Peter, a question in her eyes. "Do you think it's true? The legend I mean." Peter looked up at her and waited a few moments before responding. "I think…anything is possible. It could be, it very well could be" Free nodded. Peter thought "She is the first person in a long time who actually takes me seriously, maybe it is her…" The group starts to walk again. Peter ran up to Mr. Green "Aaye! Amin talam he!" (Hail! I found her!) Mr. Green looked over his shoulder. "shhh, not here. Not now" He said. Mr. Green became slightly annoyed with Peter, again. Peter mumbled something about no one ever taking him seriously and slowly walks back to Free. "I have to tell her" Peter thought. "So…?" Free said, questioningly. "Nothing, nothing at all" Peter said. This was going to be a tough one. He knew who he was looking for. And She was right in front of him…"Maybe Peter is right, but he would not know what to look for. Not even I know what we are looking for"