Christina: I wanted to thank you for your review, I'm really glad that you
liked them and I hope you like this one too :o)
Tamashii: cringe Sorry it was too short. I hadnt read the book in a while and what I remembered of it was that he wasn't really emotional in the beginning so I figured that it would take him a while to become super soppy. sigh Ah well, whats done is done. I added more sap to this one :o)
Anon: heres the next part that you were waiting for :o) Hope you like it
Cotys_Child: Hope you like this chapter and thanks a lot for the review :o). Hmmm something unique and interesting for you to write . . .hmmmmm, hardly anyone has wrote anything about Gillian, David, Thea and Eric.you could do something on them, well just an idea sigh On with the story
THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS
~~MAGGIE~~
It all started when I awoke to hear my mother screaming.
Not once had I ever heard screams that shrill and filled with so much pain.
It was those sounds that shattered my world forever.
Who would ever have guessed that at 2:11 A.M. on one dreadful rainy morning my whole life would take a drastic change and that I would undergo a long adventure full of fear, death, love, uncertainty and horror.
It had all started with Sylvia Weald. Tall, willowy and delicate Sylvia, with shimmering silvery hair and eyes the colour of wood violets. My brothers girlfriend.
In the beginning I envied her for her beauty and I hated her for what she did to my brother and the grief she put my family through.
But in the end I didn't hate her at all. She did the right thing when it mattered the most, and without her I would never have found my soulmate . . .
My Delos.
My Prince.
I remember the first time I met him.
I was dreaming.
It was the dream he sent to me from the future, it was a warning, a plea for me to escape as soon as I awoke. I guess it's a good job that I really am stubborn.
In my dream I was scared at first, all the mist surrounded me and I could not see and I found it very hard to hear. It was then that I heard shouting, although I couldn't make out the words in the beginning, they soon became clearer and clearer. It was then that the mist receded and he stepped through.
His face was filled with a look of wonder, relief and joy and he stared at me like I was the most important thing in the universe to him.
I'll never forget that look. It sent shivers down my spine, and when he touched me-gently not possessively, it was as though he had every right too. But what caught my attention the most was his beauty.
Dark hair that was a little messed and slightly curled at the edges, smooth fair skin and elegant bones and a mouth . . .
A mouth that held me captivated-proud and wilful, but mostly vulnerable . . . and his eyes, a bright fearless yellow colour, surrounded with thick black eyelashes. They were so unique and beautiful . . . just like the rest of him.
A body to die for. Lithe and nicely muscled, the kind you just want to be held by or all eternity. His arms around me made me feel safe and I felt as though I found where I belonged.
When he kissed my cheek, it was so tender and sweet and his lips quivered in what I now know was excruciating sadness.
He told me he loved me but at the time I didn't understand otherwise I would have said it back, because I truly do.
I love him . . .
I love love love love him! All I want to do is tell the whole world but I don't need too. They can see it with everything I do when I'm around him.
I cant stop smiling as I sit thinking.
He's the most gorgeous, intelligent, bravest, loyal, devoted and loving man I know
But he's also the most stubborn and I guess it's a good job that I'm twice as bad. They don't call me 'Steely Neely' for nothing.
I remember something Sylvia once said to me, she said "Strong-willed and compassionate: that's a real recipe or disaster." But I suppose in this case, a little disaster turned out to be a good thing.
A very good thing indeed.
And even though we have been through a lot already I know the worst is still yet to come.
The Millennium Battle is drawing nearer, and as long as we face it together everything will work out.
I know it will.
After all,
Love always finds a way.
~~** You know.I forgot how much fun these were to right :o)**~~
YOU KNOW THE DRILL, WHO DO YOU WANT NEXT?
KELLER AND GALLEN?
THEA AND ERIC?
GILLIAN AND DAVID?
JEZ AND MORGEAD?
~~~**ITS UP TOO YOU**~~~
Let me know and I'll write it ;o)
Candika,
I also wanted to thank you all for voting for me to update this fic, I found it amazing how a lot of you loved this. THANKS :O)
Tamashii: cringe Sorry it was too short. I hadnt read the book in a while and what I remembered of it was that he wasn't really emotional in the beginning so I figured that it would take him a while to become super soppy. sigh Ah well, whats done is done. I added more sap to this one :o)
Anon: heres the next part that you were waiting for :o) Hope you like it
Cotys_Child: Hope you like this chapter and thanks a lot for the review :o). Hmmm something unique and interesting for you to write . . .hmmmmm, hardly anyone has wrote anything about Gillian, David, Thea and Eric.you could do something on them, well just an idea sigh On with the story
THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS
~~MAGGIE~~
It all started when I awoke to hear my mother screaming.
Not once had I ever heard screams that shrill and filled with so much pain.
It was those sounds that shattered my world forever.
Who would ever have guessed that at 2:11 A.M. on one dreadful rainy morning my whole life would take a drastic change and that I would undergo a long adventure full of fear, death, love, uncertainty and horror.
It had all started with Sylvia Weald. Tall, willowy and delicate Sylvia, with shimmering silvery hair and eyes the colour of wood violets. My brothers girlfriend.
In the beginning I envied her for her beauty and I hated her for what she did to my brother and the grief she put my family through.
But in the end I didn't hate her at all. She did the right thing when it mattered the most, and without her I would never have found my soulmate . . .
My Delos.
My Prince.
I remember the first time I met him.
I was dreaming.
It was the dream he sent to me from the future, it was a warning, a plea for me to escape as soon as I awoke. I guess it's a good job that I really am stubborn.
In my dream I was scared at first, all the mist surrounded me and I could not see and I found it very hard to hear. It was then that I heard shouting, although I couldn't make out the words in the beginning, they soon became clearer and clearer. It was then that the mist receded and he stepped through.
His face was filled with a look of wonder, relief and joy and he stared at me like I was the most important thing in the universe to him.
I'll never forget that look. It sent shivers down my spine, and when he touched me-gently not possessively, it was as though he had every right too. But what caught my attention the most was his beauty.
Dark hair that was a little messed and slightly curled at the edges, smooth fair skin and elegant bones and a mouth . . .
A mouth that held me captivated-proud and wilful, but mostly vulnerable . . . and his eyes, a bright fearless yellow colour, surrounded with thick black eyelashes. They were so unique and beautiful . . . just like the rest of him.
A body to die for. Lithe and nicely muscled, the kind you just want to be held by or all eternity. His arms around me made me feel safe and I felt as though I found where I belonged.
When he kissed my cheek, it was so tender and sweet and his lips quivered in what I now know was excruciating sadness.
He told me he loved me but at the time I didn't understand otherwise I would have said it back, because I truly do.
I love him . . .
I love love love love him! All I want to do is tell the whole world but I don't need too. They can see it with everything I do when I'm around him.
I cant stop smiling as I sit thinking.
He's the most gorgeous, intelligent, bravest, loyal, devoted and loving man I know
But he's also the most stubborn and I guess it's a good job that I'm twice as bad. They don't call me 'Steely Neely' for nothing.
I remember something Sylvia once said to me, she said "Strong-willed and compassionate: that's a real recipe or disaster." But I suppose in this case, a little disaster turned out to be a good thing.
A very good thing indeed.
And even though we have been through a lot already I know the worst is still yet to come.
The Millennium Battle is drawing nearer, and as long as we face it together everything will work out.
I know it will.
After all,
Love always finds a way.
~~** You know.I forgot how much fun these were to right :o)**~~
YOU KNOW THE DRILL, WHO DO YOU WANT NEXT?
KELLER AND GALLEN?
THEA AND ERIC?
GILLIAN AND DAVID?
JEZ AND MORGEAD?
~~~**ITS UP TOO YOU**~~~
Let me know and I'll write it ;o)
Candika,
I also wanted to thank you all for voting for me to update this fic, I found it amazing how a lot of you loved this. THANKS :O)