Title: Moon Light Nights
Chapter: 3
By: Moondreams
Notes: The long awaited 3rd chapter that all of you email me saying you wanted. Well Enjoy
Serenity's eyes hurt from the sun glaring off the golden sand. Her mouth was parched and her
lips were cracked from lack of water. Her legs hurt from riding the make shift saddle that was on
top the horse that had long since been thought of as a useful mount. She was afraid the old nag
would suddenly die beneath her. She flushed a deep scarlet beneath her sun burned skin as she
heard snickers coming from the other women of the camp. She knew that her mount was only
given to very small children, the ancient ones, and fools who can't ride. She probably fit into the
last category. Yet it still amazed her that the rest of the Bedouin people rode with no saddles. She
remembered now how the horse seller laughed at Lady Lita's question about sidesaddles. She'd
probably kill for a chance to switch places with her with all these majestic horses around her.
Serenity sighed as she looked at the long string of people and horses in front of her reaching as far
as the eye could see. It was a majestic sight but she was to hot and tired to care.
"Want some water?" asked Nadia as she rode up beside Serenity on a dun colored horse.
Serenity nodded and almost grabbed the water bag out of Naida's hands.
"Drink slowly or you'll make yourself ill. I forgot how you are not used to traveling like this.
Here take this and put it on," said Nadia as she handed Serenity a white head cloth like most of
the Bedouins wore. Serenity wrapped it around her head so that only her eyes were showing. The
cloth was cool against her burnt skin and a blessed relief from the scorching sun.
"I am not used to doing anything you do. I can't even help you with out making a fool of
myself," said Serenity remembering the scene from early in the morning.
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She had been helping Nadia make some travel bread for their journey when she had spilt a
bowl of herbs and spices into the batter when one of the children of the camp had bumped into
her. The herbs and spices had made the bread inedible and the two had to start all over again
but not before Serenity got a good scolding from Clava, the oldest woman of the camp, about
how precious the herbs and spices were. She made extra note how clumsy and foolish Serenity
had been, even more so then an Outlander would have been. Serenity had stood up straight and
tall while this ancient woman had poked her with a stick and called her lazy and foolish. She had
bit her lip till she could taste blood to keep from crying. When Clava had left, Serenity had let a
tear or two slip down her cheeks before helping Nadia start all over again.
"It's no fair! It wasn't my fault, I don't see why she had to yell at me like that," Serenity
stated as she kneaded the new dough.
"She is an ancient one, it's her right to reprimand the younger ones like you and I and we
mustn't speak back to her. It is our way. Serenity, take what she has said and hold it in your heart
so you might use the knowledge again," said Nadia wisely and kneaded the dough with Serenity.
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"You'll learn Serenity," assured Nadia.
"But I don't want to! I know that may sound rather horrid but I don't belong here. I had a
perfectly good life before with my friends and family before he kidnapped me! I don't see why he
can't take me back. He is such a monster for doing this to me!" she cried. She felt like screaming
at all the unfairness of life.
"You didn't look perfectly happy at the feast," spoke up Nadia a few minutes after Serenity's
out burst. "Well I wasn't happy just at that moment but I was taken from a world I knew and
thrown into this strange one. My friends must be sick with worry. My mother too..." Serenity's
voice trailed off. Strange, she had been gone 2 weeks and she had never even thought of her
mother. Nadia fiddled with her horse's silver rope with tiny brass bells that twinkled as the horse
moved.
"You're intended?" she asked. "He probably is to," said Serenity, although she couldn't be
totally sure. She could never see Andrew not being able to live without her. The blonde young
woman cleared her throat and asked,
"When are we going to stop Nadia?" The black haired woman threw back her head to look
at the sun letting the hood slip from her head. She shielded her eyes from the sun and finally spoke,
"About a half an hour," said Nadia. Serenity studied her friend closely. For the first time she
realized that when the sunlight hit Nadia's hair that fire lit itself in the raven tresses. Nadia reminded
Serenity a lot of Rei, except Nadia had red highlights while Rei had violet and Nadia of course
was much browner due to her life in the sun. Beaten metal disks hung from her ears and strings
of red and brown beads encircled her neck.
"Is red your favorite color?" asked Serenity. Nadia looked at her strangely.
"It's as good as any color I guess," said Nadia as she straightened her reddish brown dress.
"Nadia how old are you?" asked her friend.
"Why are you so curious all of a sudden? 22 winters," said Nadia with a smile that made her
eyes crinkle.
"I thought you were older then that. Why aren't you married?" questioned Serenity.
"Oh I don't know. I just haven't found that right person I guess. I guess I'll used one of the
Bedouin people's legends to explain. When this world was first created that the people on earth
were happy with each other. There was no lies, no murder, no treason or vanity that plague our
people now. The people were so happy that an old man on the mountain grew jealous. He was a
hermit and the people had been afraid of him. He had lived his whole life learning how to control
the lightning in thunder. The reason he got that way was because a girl he once loved picked one
of the handsome leaders of the people over him many generations before. The people left where
mostly her many great -great children. Then one fateful day, lightning struck the people splitting
them into two and throwing their halves across the great oceans to the Four Corners of the world.
Each of us spends all our life searching for our half. We will never be truly happy if we never
find it," finished Nadia. Serenity shook her head to clear her mind of the images that had formed
in her mind, of the old man, of the people, and the splitting and taking away the halves. "You are
a wonderful story teller, Nadia," said Serenity. "Thank you, that is one of the highest compliments
you could give to one of our people," replied Nadia with a smile that showed her sparkling white
teeth.
"Why do you waste our sacred stories on this Outlander?" spat one of the women who
overheard the tale. She said outlander like a curse word as if it was too nasty to stay in her mouth
long. This woman had fierce gray eyes and wore dark blue. She carried a bundle at her side that
looked like a sling. Serenity leaned over a bit to see what exactly she was just carrying. To her
surprise a pair of large green eyes stared at her from the bundle. The eyes belonged to a chubby
brown face of a baby who grinned up at her. 'How strange' Serenity thought.
"Be quiet Sahsa. She is a guest of Endymion-Sol. You know that," scolded Nadia with her
arms crossed. Sahsa stared at Serenity with mistrust sparkling in her eyes and kicked her horse to
join a group of women a few yards in front of Serenity and Nadia.
"Why does she carry her baby like a bundle in a sling?" asked Serenity. Nadia thought for
a moment.
"Well I don't know. It's the way we always do things. It helps put the baby to sleep I guess
when the mother walks or rides it sort of what you might call a portable cradle. That is what you
use, yes?" asked Nadia.
"Yes, but I think I like the idea of the slings better although it'd probably get awfully heavy
after awhile don't you think?" asked Serenity with a smile.
"Yes but we women are strong!" stated the black haired woman.
"Look they're coming!" yelled a boy who rode his horse standing up. Serenity looked in
curiosity to see a string of people riding horses coming toward them from the east.
"Who are they?" she asked.
"Umm how would you say it in your language? What is your word for female ruler?" asked
Nadia with a frown trying to think how to explain it to Serenity in the outlander language rather
then the Bedouin for Serenity wasn't quite fluent yet.
"Queen?" suggested Serenity simply.
"Ah yes. She's Endymion-sol's queen," said Nadia slowly trying to pronoun the new word
carefully. "What's she like?" asked Serenity feeling her heart sink. She scolded herself. Why should
she care if that boar of a man was married or not?
"Very beautiful, very strong. Nerfera-queen is like most of our women," said Nadia. Serenity
smiled. The Bedouin people had a strange way of putting titles behind a name then in front of it.
Nadia clicked her tongue and made a strange call of welcome as most of the women did when
the other band neared. A woman in white led the band on a black horse. Even from far away
Serenity could see that the woman was very beautiful. A feeling of jealous swept up the young
woman.
"Come Serenity, there will be much feasting tonight and dancing.... What's wrong? Sick?"
Nadia asked with concern. Serenity shook her head no. Nadia waved and smiled at the new
comers. ' I am sick. Homesick.' Serenity thought sadly.
Huge bonfires lit the camp in the oasis creating mysterious shadows, which danced and
flickered on the canvas and cloth walls of the tents. This made wonderful scenery to emphasis the
extraordinary tales being told by the master storytellers. Nadia had given Serenity a dress
especially for the occasion. Serenity stood at the end of a small lake looking at herself in the
moonlight. The dress was light blue with embroidered patterns of golden thread along the hem
and cuffs. Bits of mirrors and tiny silver bells where sewn into the dress making the firelight catch
Serenity's every movement making her sparkle. Tinkling sounds also followed her. Her hair had
been braided with a blue ribbon and twisted around her head. Beaten silver disks hung from her
ears. Serenity hardly recognized herself. The sunlight had bleached her hair and her skin now
looked like golden brown honey instead milk. She no longer looked sun burned but that probably
had something to do with the lack of much light.
"You shouldn't be here," whispered a voice in the dark. Serenity held her breath. The sound
of the celebration almost drowned out the whisper.
"I couldn't help it Orion," said a female voice. Orion? What was he up to?
"Lanaa, my love, I have missed you so," said Orion softly and there was some rustling in the
bushes. Serenity almost yelped when someone squeezed her arm tightly. She spun around to see
Endymion. "Nadia was wondering where you had sneaked off to," he whispered in her ear.
"What afraid I had escaped?" Serenity spat. "I think your parents made a mistake naming
you Serenity," Endymion said with a smug smile. Serenity crossed her arms glaring at him.
"Come on the two deserve to be alone tonight. They don't need us here," he whispered
pulling her away from the moon lit waters.
"What do you mean?" asked Serenity with a frown.
"Lanaa is another man's wife. That's her husband, Panah," said Endymion as he pointed out
a very old man. "Why are you telling me this?" Serenity demanded. Endymion shrugged. "What
will happen if they are caught together?" asked Serenity.
"Panah will have right to sentence Lanaa to death if he wishes. He could make Orion pay
any price for the damage caused but not hurt him," said Endymion.
"That's horrid!" she said bitterly feeling sorry for the lovers.
"Yes but it is our way. The wife can do the same to the man if she chooses. But Panah is to
blinded by love that even he caught the two I doubt he would do anything," said Endymion.
"Do you think that their love is pure? I mean Orion's and Lanaa's?" questioned Serenity.
Endymion stood there starring down at her for a moment.
"Yes I do," he replied softly.
"Love can be so cruel some times," whispered Serenity. A sound shook her thoughts.
Endymion looked up surprised and alarmed.
"Endymion what is it?" she asked with fright. Suddenly she saw them; they looked like
ghost riders coming from the darkness of night.
"Run Serenity and hide," commanded Endymion as he drew his sword.
"Who are they?" she demanded but her quivering voice gave away her fright.
"Woman! Can't you just listen to me for once?! They are my people's enemies, the Panka.
If they catch you they will do horrid things to you. Serenity they are said to eat their captives. Go
now!" he demanded. She looked toward the approaching warriors watching them kill with long
lances. Already the men of the camp where fighting them atop of their horses as well as some
women. Serenity felt her heart leap out of her chest as she ran blindly away from the noise. She
turned her head to see one of the Panka warriors light a touch to one of the tents.
"No...." she whispered. Only two hours earlier Sasha and put little green eyes in there to nap
away from the noise of the celebration. She ran toward the warrior on horse and the burning tent.
The warrior looked surprised as Serenity took a staff that somebody had dropped. She picked it
up clutching the staff so hard that she felt the grain of the wood bit into her hand. Wither all her
strength she swung at him. He smiled cruelly at her as she missed and said something in his
language. She swung again with all the anger she had been building up inside her. The warrior
fell of his horse unconscious to the ground. She rushed into the tent with out a thought trying to
see through the smoke and flames that were eating at the walls. She felt the heat that was
scorching her like a thousands suns. After what seemed like hours, which only was really a few
seconds, Serenity saw him. She grabbed him up quickly. There was a cracking sound; Serenity
stared up in horror as the tent poles where about to crash down on her head. She ran out as
quickly as possible into a mob of people knocking her to the ground. She screamed as she
anded which seemed to be hot coals. Serenity felt someone try to pick her up but everywhere
they touched the same feeling of the pain of hot coals surged through her.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed at the blurred faces in front of her.
"Serenity," she heard Endymion's voice yell out. Or had it been Nadia's? She was slipping
away into a blissful and painless sleep.
"Hold on!" a voice commanded her. Her fuzzy brain was able to capture it briefly before she
felt herself engulfed in the darkness.
To be continued...
Cliff hanger, haha. Well hopefully it won't take me as long to write the 4th chapter.
Smile more and Dream aways! Email me please. Any ideas what will happen next? Of
course I know but I just want to know what you think will happen. =o)
Chapter: 3
By: Moondreams
Notes: The long awaited 3rd chapter that all of you email me saying you wanted. Well Enjoy
Serenity's eyes hurt from the sun glaring off the golden sand. Her mouth was parched and her
lips were cracked from lack of water. Her legs hurt from riding the make shift saddle that was on
top the horse that had long since been thought of as a useful mount. She was afraid the old nag
would suddenly die beneath her. She flushed a deep scarlet beneath her sun burned skin as she
heard snickers coming from the other women of the camp. She knew that her mount was only
given to very small children, the ancient ones, and fools who can't ride. She probably fit into the
last category. Yet it still amazed her that the rest of the Bedouin people rode with no saddles. She
remembered now how the horse seller laughed at Lady Lita's question about sidesaddles. She'd
probably kill for a chance to switch places with her with all these majestic horses around her.
Serenity sighed as she looked at the long string of people and horses in front of her reaching as far
as the eye could see. It was a majestic sight but she was to hot and tired to care.
"Want some water?" asked Nadia as she rode up beside Serenity on a dun colored horse.
Serenity nodded and almost grabbed the water bag out of Naida's hands.
"Drink slowly or you'll make yourself ill. I forgot how you are not used to traveling like this.
Here take this and put it on," said Nadia as she handed Serenity a white head cloth like most of
the Bedouins wore. Serenity wrapped it around her head so that only her eyes were showing. The
cloth was cool against her burnt skin and a blessed relief from the scorching sun.
"I am not used to doing anything you do. I can't even help you with out making a fool of
myself," said Serenity remembering the scene from early in the morning.
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She had been helping Nadia make some travel bread for their journey when she had spilt a
bowl of herbs and spices into the batter when one of the children of the camp had bumped into
her. The herbs and spices had made the bread inedible and the two had to start all over again
but not before Serenity got a good scolding from Clava, the oldest woman of the camp, about
how precious the herbs and spices were. She made extra note how clumsy and foolish Serenity
had been, even more so then an Outlander would have been. Serenity had stood up straight and
tall while this ancient woman had poked her with a stick and called her lazy and foolish. She had
bit her lip till she could taste blood to keep from crying. When Clava had left, Serenity had let a
tear or two slip down her cheeks before helping Nadia start all over again.
"It's no fair! It wasn't my fault, I don't see why she had to yell at me like that," Serenity
stated as she kneaded the new dough.
"She is an ancient one, it's her right to reprimand the younger ones like you and I and we
mustn't speak back to her. It is our way. Serenity, take what she has said and hold it in your heart
so you might use the knowledge again," said Nadia wisely and kneaded the dough with Serenity.
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"You'll learn Serenity," assured Nadia.
"But I don't want to! I know that may sound rather horrid but I don't belong here. I had a
perfectly good life before with my friends and family before he kidnapped me! I don't see why he
can't take me back. He is such a monster for doing this to me!" she cried. She felt like screaming
at all the unfairness of life.
"You didn't look perfectly happy at the feast," spoke up Nadia a few minutes after Serenity's
out burst. "Well I wasn't happy just at that moment but I was taken from a world I knew and
thrown into this strange one. My friends must be sick with worry. My mother too..." Serenity's
voice trailed off. Strange, she had been gone 2 weeks and she had never even thought of her
mother. Nadia fiddled with her horse's silver rope with tiny brass bells that twinkled as the horse
moved.
"You're intended?" she asked. "He probably is to," said Serenity, although she couldn't be
totally sure. She could never see Andrew not being able to live without her. The blonde young
woman cleared her throat and asked,
"When are we going to stop Nadia?" The black haired woman threw back her head to look
at the sun letting the hood slip from her head. She shielded her eyes from the sun and finally spoke,
"About a half an hour," said Nadia. Serenity studied her friend closely. For the first time she
realized that when the sunlight hit Nadia's hair that fire lit itself in the raven tresses. Nadia reminded
Serenity a lot of Rei, except Nadia had red highlights while Rei had violet and Nadia of course
was much browner due to her life in the sun. Beaten metal disks hung from her ears and strings
of red and brown beads encircled her neck.
"Is red your favorite color?" asked Serenity. Nadia looked at her strangely.
"It's as good as any color I guess," said Nadia as she straightened her reddish brown dress.
"Nadia how old are you?" asked her friend.
"Why are you so curious all of a sudden? 22 winters," said Nadia with a smile that made her
eyes crinkle.
"I thought you were older then that. Why aren't you married?" questioned Serenity.
"Oh I don't know. I just haven't found that right person I guess. I guess I'll used one of the
Bedouin people's legends to explain. When this world was first created that the people on earth
were happy with each other. There was no lies, no murder, no treason or vanity that plague our
people now. The people were so happy that an old man on the mountain grew jealous. He was a
hermit and the people had been afraid of him. He had lived his whole life learning how to control
the lightning in thunder. The reason he got that way was because a girl he once loved picked one
of the handsome leaders of the people over him many generations before. The people left where
mostly her many great -great children. Then one fateful day, lightning struck the people splitting
them into two and throwing their halves across the great oceans to the Four Corners of the world.
Each of us spends all our life searching for our half. We will never be truly happy if we never
find it," finished Nadia. Serenity shook her head to clear her mind of the images that had formed
in her mind, of the old man, of the people, and the splitting and taking away the halves. "You are
a wonderful story teller, Nadia," said Serenity. "Thank you, that is one of the highest compliments
you could give to one of our people," replied Nadia with a smile that showed her sparkling white
teeth.
"Why do you waste our sacred stories on this Outlander?" spat one of the women who
overheard the tale. She said outlander like a curse word as if it was too nasty to stay in her mouth
long. This woman had fierce gray eyes and wore dark blue. She carried a bundle at her side that
looked like a sling. Serenity leaned over a bit to see what exactly she was just carrying. To her
surprise a pair of large green eyes stared at her from the bundle. The eyes belonged to a chubby
brown face of a baby who grinned up at her. 'How strange' Serenity thought.
"Be quiet Sahsa. She is a guest of Endymion-Sol. You know that," scolded Nadia with her
arms crossed. Sahsa stared at Serenity with mistrust sparkling in her eyes and kicked her horse to
join a group of women a few yards in front of Serenity and Nadia.
"Why does she carry her baby like a bundle in a sling?" asked Serenity. Nadia thought for
a moment.
"Well I don't know. It's the way we always do things. It helps put the baby to sleep I guess
when the mother walks or rides it sort of what you might call a portable cradle. That is what you
use, yes?" asked Nadia.
"Yes, but I think I like the idea of the slings better although it'd probably get awfully heavy
after awhile don't you think?" asked Serenity with a smile.
"Yes but we women are strong!" stated the black haired woman.
"Look they're coming!" yelled a boy who rode his horse standing up. Serenity looked in
curiosity to see a string of people riding horses coming toward them from the east.
"Who are they?" she asked.
"Umm how would you say it in your language? What is your word for female ruler?" asked
Nadia with a frown trying to think how to explain it to Serenity in the outlander language rather
then the Bedouin for Serenity wasn't quite fluent yet.
"Queen?" suggested Serenity simply.
"Ah yes. She's Endymion-sol's queen," said Nadia slowly trying to pronoun the new word
carefully. "What's she like?" asked Serenity feeling her heart sink. She scolded herself. Why should
she care if that boar of a man was married or not?
"Very beautiful, very strong. Nerfera-queen is like most of our women," said Nadia. Serenity
smiled. The Bedouin people had a strange way of putting titles behind a name then in front of it.
Nadia clicked her tongue and made a strange call of welcome as most of the women did when
the other band neared. A woman in white led the band on a black horse. Even from far away
Serenity could see that the woman was very beautiful. A feeling of jealous swept up the young
woman.
"Come Serenity, there will be much feasting tonight and dancing.... What's wrong? Sick?"
Nadia asked with concern. Serenity shook her head no. Nadia waved and smiled at the new
comers. ' I am sick. Homesick.' Serenity thought sadly.
Huge bonfires lit the camp in the oasis creating mysterious shadows, which danced and
flickered on the canvas and cloth walls of the tents. This made wonderful scenery to emphasis the
extraordinary tales being told by the master storytellers. Nadia had given Serenity a dress
especially for the occasion. Serenity stood at the end of a small lake looking at herself in the
moonlight. The dress was light blue with embroidered patterns of golden thread along the hem
and cuffs. Bits of mirrors and tiny silver bells where sewn into the dress making the firelight catch
Serenity's every movement making her sparkle. Tinkling sounds also followed her. Her hair had
been braided with a blue ribbon and twisted around her head. Beaten silver disks hung from her
ears. Serenity hardly recognized herself. The sunlight had bleached her hair and her skin now
looked like golden brown honey instead milk. She no longer looked sun burned but that probably
had something to do with the lack of much light.
"You shouldn't be here," whispered a voice in the dark. Serenity held her breath. The sound
of the celebration almost drowned out the whisper.
"I couldn't help it Orion," said a female voice. Orion? What was he up to?
"Lanaa, my love, I have missed you so," said Orion softly and there was some rustling in the
bushes. Serenity almost yelped when someone squeezed her arm tightly. She spun around to see
Endymion. "Nadia was wondering where you had sneaked off to," he whispered in her ear.
"What afraid I had escaped?" Serenity spat. "I think your parents made a mistake naming
you Serenity," Endymion said with a smug smile. Serenity crossed her arms glaring at him.
"Come on the two deserve to be alone tonight. They don't need us here," he whispered
pulling her away from the moon lit waters.
"What do you mean?" asked Serenity with a frown.
"Lanaa is another man's wife. That's her husband, Panah," said Endymion as he pointed out
a very old man. "Why are you telling me this?" Serenity demanded. Endymion shrugged. "What
will happen if they are caught together?" asked Serenity.
"Panah will have right to sentence Lanaa to death if he wishes. He could make Orion pay
any price for the damage caused but not hurt him," said Endymion.
"That's horrid!" she said bitterly feeling sorry for the lovers.
"Yes but it is our way. The wife can do the same to the man if she chooses. But Panah is to
blinded by love that even he caught the two I doubt he would do anything," said Endymion.
"Do you think that their love is pure? I mean Orion's and Lanaa's?" questioned Serenity.
Endymion stood there starring down at her for a moment.
"Yes I do," he replied softly.
"Love can be so cruel some times," whispered Serenity. A sound shook her thoughts.
Endymion looked up surprised and alarmed.
"Endymion what is it?" she asked with fright. Suddenly she saw them; they looked like
ghost riders coming from the darkness of night.
"Run Serenity and hide," commanded Endymion as he drew his sword.
"Who are they?" she demanded but her quivering voice gave away her fright.
"Woman! Can't you just listen to me for once?! They are my people's enemies, the Panka.
If they catch you they will do horrid things to you. Serenity they are said to eat their captives. Go
now!" he demanded. She looked toward the approaching warriors watching them kill with long
lances. Already the men of the camp where fighting them atop of their horses as well as some
women. Serenity felt her heart leap out of her chest as she ran blindly away from the noise. She
turned her head to see one of the Panka warriors light a touch to one of the tents.
"No...." she whispered. Only two hours earlier Sasha and put little green eyes in there to nap
away from the noise of the celebration. She ran toward the warrior on horse and the burning tent.
The warrior looked surprised as Serenity took a staff that somebody had dropped. She picked it
up clutching the staff so hard that she felt the grain of the wood bit into her hand. Wither all her
strength she swung at him. He smiled cruelly at her as she missed and said something in his
language. She swung again with all the anger she had been building up inside her. The warrior
fell of his horse unconscious to the ground. She rushed into the tent with out a thought trying to
see through the smoke and flames that were eating at the walls. She felt the heat that was
scorching her like a thousands suns. After what seemed like hours, which only was really a few
seconds, Serenity saw him. She grabbed him up quickly. There was a cracking sound; Serenity
stared up in horror as the tent poles where about to crash down on her head. She ran out as
quickly as possible into a mob of people knocking her to the ground. She screamed as she
anded which seemed to be hot coals. Serenity felt someone try to pick her up but everywhere
they touched the same feeling of the pain of hot coals surged through her.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed at the blurred faces in front of her.
"Serenity," she heard Endymion's voice yell out. Or had it been Nadia's? She was slipping
away into a blissful and painless sleep.
"Hold on!" a voice commanded her. Her fuzzy brain was able to capture it briefly before she
felt herself engulfed in the darkness.
To be continued...
Cliff hanger, haha. Well hopefully it won't take me as long to write the 4th chapter.
Smile more and Dream aways! Email me please. Any ideas what will happen next? Of
course I know but I just want to know what you think will happen. =o)