Ok from now on the chapters will be farther apart, I want to do some more work on my personal story about Vampires. Which I would be glad to email to any one who wants to read the few pages I have, (5). I'll work on my stories as much as possible, I do have a life though. Oh! And a new boy friend, his name is Kris! He's a punker and soooo sexy! (sorry went off subject) But I do have other stories to work on, so be patient.

I added two more characters of Lady Hazel's. It wasn't planned, I just needed someone and I thought they would be a good choice. Luckily, Lady Hazel agrees.

excerpt from new story about Alanna at end of the chapter

fanstasyfreako: I came up with "Kurt Morris" watching the credits on Dude Where's My Car? Plus I know a guy named Kurt, and he's really scrawny and short. HEHE

Random Person number 3: The books are called "Fearless" and the author is Francine Pascal. Make sure you read the big books too Before Gaia and Gaia abducted, or you'll get confused (like I did) just to let you know there's at least 36 books so far. But they are really small, just 200 and something pages. I can read one with in two days.

Numair woke up to find himself in Daine's bed. He looked over at her to see that she was curled up and only had her eyes over the covers. Very carefully, he got out of bed. It must have been a hour or two before dawn, for it was still a bit dark. He carefully found his way in the dark to his breeches on the other side of the room. He reached in to his pocket and pulled out a few stones. Travel size heat. He placed the stones around Daine's bed, and whispered the right spell. The stones glowed for a moment then stopped. Immediately, Daine uncurled and rolled onto her back.

Numair stood there for a moment, simply watching his love sleep. How vulnerable one looked when asleep. How beautiful her face looked surrounded by shadows. Without realizing it, he found his way to her side. He placed a small kiss on her sleeping lips. How was it possible that during sleep those lips were softer? He would have to look into that after this disturbance in his life was gone.

Yes, the disturbance. He still had to pack. He was to leave at dawn. he quickly but quietly put his breeches on, found his boots, tiptoed out of his darlings room.

He opened the door to his room to complete silence and darkness. The perfect hiding place for an assassin. He quickly scanned the rooms with his Gift. There was no living thing inside his rooms. He was just being paranoid. He let out what seemed another sigh. He truly needed to get out, if he was sighing at least five times a day. He made his way to his bedchambers and found a oil lamp. He would have lit it with his gift if he could, but he new that if he tried, he would end up light every oil lamp on this floor. He found some flint on his dresser and sparked a fire on the wick.

He pulled out his traveling bag from underneath his bed. he placed it on his cover and went to his wardrobe to find the things he needed. But he stopped and turned back to the pack. This was the same pack that was given to him from Daine's father. The one he was using the day he told Daine he loved her. The day he found out she loved him also.

How was he going to live with out her? How was he going to wake up in the morning with out knowing she was just a few doors down, if not right next him in bed? He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He would not be gone for long. Daine would be back in his arms in no time.

He went back to packing, using mental discipline not to let his mind wander. He was done packing, he opened his window and looked out side. It was just about dawn, every one would be waking up soon. Almost time to make his grand exit. He grabbed his pack off his bed and went to wake up his love.

Numair did not have to go far, when he opened his door, she was standing right there. "Where do you think you are going!" As she spoke she walked forward, making Numair back away. "I woke up and thought you had left or-or you had been taken. Don't you EVER do that again! Do you hear me?!" With that, she ran up to him and kissed him. Numair was completely dump founded, and confused.

Numair grabbed Daine by the shoulders and made her sit in an armchair by the fireplace. "Daine, I have to leave. Right now. George wants me to meet his friend somewhere."

"Where, where are you going?"

"Magelet, I can't say. Don't worry I'll be in Georges good hands. Now go tell every one that I'm going to visit my family back home. And tell them to going you in seeing me off. I'll be at the front gate of the castle." he kissed her on the forehead, both eyes, and then her lips. Then he pushed her out the door and sat back down. He pulled out his locket and looked at Daine's picture. He played with the lock of hair, as he tried to think of life with out her.

When Numair got to the front gate, he met a bigger crowd than he had expected. There were even a few students there to see him off. He cleared his throat, readying himself for the monolog he had been practicing. "Dear friends, I will miss you all while I am gone." He swept his eyes over Alanna, Jonathan, Gareth, and finally Daine. "I won't be reachable on my journey, I must tend to a friend of mine in Tyra who has fallen ill and I must not be distracted by court affairs. I will be back soon, but I cannot give you an exact time. I might be gone for months or more. "Fair well."

Numair walked over to Stefan, who was holding Numair's horse for him. He climbed up and rode out the gate and out into the city as he friends and students watched his back. Daine stood motionless until Numair was out of sight. Then Alanna had to grab her and pull her back inside. Jonathan nodded to himself and followed his champion. The crowd began to disappear.

All but one. A small man, an average man. One who wouldn't stand out in a crowd. He stood there by himself, with a smile on his face. "Home sweet home, ha?"

Numair made his way through the lower city at a trot, letting the sounds of the city drown his thoughts. When he came to the open wooden double doors that opened to wilderness, he stopped. He turned his saddle one last time, and looked at his home. The lower city was in front of him, with its small houses and poor merchants, then the upper city, classier and bigger Inns. Then at the castle it's self, reaching out over the whole city. In those walls sat his magelet, his love.

Slowly Numair turned his horse back toward the giant open doors. He took a deep breath and headed south into the woods. He was about to put his life in another's hands, and he didn't like it one bit.

He traveled at a fast trot, since it would take the whole day to get to his destination. He could hear birds chirping and thought what they were saying. If only Daine could have come with me. Numair relax in the bliss of the woods as the sun began to set, he must be close.

"Crack!" Numair sat up strait, and looked strait ahead, using his ears to find the position of the snapped twig. He kept his eyes looking right ahead, not wanting to give away any sign that he new where the sound had come from, not that he did. Numair flinched as he heard another twig snap close to his left. He gathered magic in his hand, waiting.

A deer jumped into the path in front of him. Numair let the magic go and shook his head I'm getting to old for this. The deer turned its head back toward the woods then ran back into the cover of the trees. A zipping noise came out of the woods, then pain shot up Numair's left arm, then his thigh. He heard himself scream out as he fell of his horse and darkness devoured the world.

Smells of food filled the mages nostrils. He opened his eyes to bright lights and closed them again quickly. He did a survey of his body, laying still. There was a blanket over him and he was near a fire. He could feel bandages on his arm and thigh, when he tried to move them pain almost drowned his head. The smells were coming from the fire. There were at least two men talking, but he was too incoherent to make out what they were saying. Numair felt sleep pulling on him, and he let himself fall into the realm of dreams.

Next time he woke, it was by force. Voices were yelling at him, but the words seemed jumbled together. Finally, Numair was able to understand. "Wake up Master, you have to get up.

Numair opened his eyes to a young man kneeling over him. At first the youth was a blur, Numair shut is eyes then opened them again to find the lad in focus. He seemed to be a commoner with cloths at least ten years old. His hair was black and slightly wavy was in the latest fashion, barely touching his shoulders.

"Sir, can you stand up?" The youth's voice brought Numair to his eyes, at first he thought they were black but then noticed they were but a very dark brown.

Numair nodded his head in answer to the question for he did not think he could speak. His mouth was as dry as the sands of the Southern Desert. Numair tried to get up but pain over whelmed him and fell back down. "I'll take that as a yes." Said the youth, then hands grabbed him under the armpits and brought him up on his feet. "You sure are heavy aren't you?" Mumbled the youth as he threw Numair's arm over his shoulder.

Once up Numair was able to stand on his own. And signaled for water with his hands. thankfully, the lad wasn't an idiot and understood him. The lad walked over to a pile of traveling things near the fire. Numair noticed a gypsy woman sitting by the fire, not looking at him, but keeping her eyes on the flames. The lad grabbed a skin full of water and gave it to Numair. As Numair drank more than half of the water the said, "My name is Doyle sir." he looked down at his feet. "I am the one who shot you."

I hope you liked it cause that will have to do for another couple of months because I have a life.

I added a excerpt from another story that I would like to start. If you all like it I'll keep going with it, if not, well I have other stories. the story is about Alanna that is all I'll say.

Alanna excused herself from the table as the ambassadors began to yell at each other over the cost of trade. Jon sat at the other end of the long table, looking tired and weary. They both had been listening to these two snapping all morning. On the right of the King sat the Leader of the Kings Own, Raoul. And on his left sat his cousin and friend, Gareth the Younger. Alanna nodded to them both and left the room, using the excuse that she needed to go to the privy, which was true but that didn't mean she intended on coming back.

Finding the privy was a hard task when you lived in a castle. You would think there would be plenty of them around with so many people living together. But no, there was only two so that they would not stink up the floor that they were on. Alanna found one in the Pages Hall, thank the Goddess. Quickly she got in side as undid her pants at the same time.

"Ahhh." Alanna let out as she closed the door of the privy behind her. "That's better. Now hopefully I can sneak out bef-" Alanna looked around, she was out side, no longer in the castle. What's going on? She looked back at the privy, it didn't look like a privy. She opened the door, which seemed to be a soft metal substance, and looked in side, then closed it quickly. Yes, definitely a privy. Where am I?

She seemed to be in an alley, so taking hold her sword's hilt, she followed the path out into the street. She covered her eyes from the bright sun. Well, at least I know its still summer. The street was crowded with people. Most of them were dressed very strangely. A woman walked past her wearing some sort of pants. I think I'm going to like it here. But then another woman went by wearing pants cut off above the knees. Even I have boundaries.

She walked farther out into the street and looked around. There were merchants every where, hawking and selling. I must be in a market place. But kingdom am I in? Alanna walked down the street a bit looking around, trying to recognize something, anything. A man walking the other way in strange cloths looked at her with a look that only men could give. She glared him down. A woman dressed in a proper dress walked pass and said, "Nice costume." Costume, what costume?

She kept walking, not recognizing anything. She finally decided to ask some one (who was dressed properly) what city she was in. She spotted what looked like a printing press, that would do. Printers knew every thing worth knowing. Or so her husband said. Oh great, now I'm home sick.

Two women stood behind a table making paper, they looked about 15. They Prob'ly have kids like normal women of that age. Unlike me, I'll be dead by the time my kids reach that age. Mythros, now I miss my kids. She walked up to the two women and said, "Excuse me but where are we right now?"

The two girls looked up at her, then the one with the green hat said, "Why you be on Mayer's street mistress."

Alanna shook her head. "No, what city is this?"

Green Hat looked at her companion then back to Alanna. "Why, um, we be in the Renaissance Fair, Mistress."