hopeleanwill

Charity clung to Nith as they climbed down the stairs, trying hard to understand what she was seeing through the sight she was mentally sharing with him. He had an arm around her shoulder to help steer her down the long flight of stairs and she was wearing a dress with his family crest embroidered along the neckline and hem to show she was an ally. Surprisingly, Charity found that she was nervous. She knew she should trust Nith absolutely, he loved her after all, and would never let anyone harm her. "We're going to my house first, to drop you off Charity. It's best you don't come to the palace." Nith said, looking down at her, "Please- the s

Charity was sitting in Nith's lap, holding a bunch of flowers that he'd brought for her. They were resting beneath a birch tree in silence, seemingly just enjoying the other's company. From time to time, Charity would raise herself up a little bit so she could kiss him, but it was a long while before he eventually broke the silence. "You know you're family are bad, don't you?" He queried in a matter-of-fact tone. Charity frowned, looking a little puzzled and he went on to expand on the matter, "This is something you need to realize, Charity. They don't treat you very well,, do they? They don't love you very much, do they?" She shook her hea

Carys was wide awake as she lay in bed, waiting to hear the clock strike one. As she waited, she was patiently going over a mental chack list of everything she needed to have done in order for her plan to work out. She'd packed everything she thought she might need, and had already taken her bags down to the stables. Her letter was written too, hidden under her pillow until it was time to pin it to her door. Everything was ready. Finally, the clock chimed and she pushed back her covers to reveal that she was fully dressed in her riding habit and all she had to do was pull on her boots and carefully position the letter where her parents would

"Come on! Hurry up!" A teenaged boy urged the blonde hair girl who was struggling to keep up with him. She stumbled and tripped, blinded by her tears and her friend stopped to wait. He was out of breath, having to work harder because he carried another girl, much younger than the other, on his back. Thick smoke still hung in the air, stinging their eyes, and making it difficult to see further than a few feet. Both girls we sobbing, and there were fresh tears on his face, but he seemed to be pulling himself together slowly. "Get up. I'm so sorry but you have to get up. We have to keep going," he told his friend. "Please Faith, I need you to

You gave me a key Engraved with a word I could not see. It was taped to a letter That if I was honest could have been spelt better. But your words were the nicest I've ever heard, But still I could not find that word. You spoke of other things like Faith and Hope I thought it might be one of those – but nope. You told me the key was for a lock And my incomprehension you did mock. Still the word escaped me As you turned to walk away, finally free Of the trouble you had taken to express To ensure I'd continue to guess. I was blessed to have you by my side And the tears that came I could not hide. I remembered how we spoke

"There you g-go." Milo murmured as he straightened up from tying the laces on Hope's skates. He grinned at her, excited to be about to share something he was good at. She laughed at his goofy expression then pulled him down to sit on the jetty with her. "They haven't finished checking the ice yet." She pointed out when he made an impatient noise, watching as three grown men skating deliberately and strategically over the frozen lake. ~I don't see why we have to have people with us at all times. It's not like any one wants to hurt you, everyone basically worships you.~ Milo grumbled as Hope rested her head on his shoulder. Her fingers intert

I must not let the team down, They depend on me To keep them afloat. I can't be the one to sink When I am playing the role Of everybody's boyancy aid. But the harder they lean on me, The deeper I sink into the dark waters. The ferocious waves threaten to Submerge me in their merciless cold. I am hindered by The added weight of everyone's baggage, Anchored by their worries And I splutter and scramble For some time to breath. But it hurts less than the pleasure Of watching my friends start to swim. They leave their burdens behind, Stapped the my shoulders instead. It is better if I drift away, If it means they reach the shor

"Get up." A blonde haired elf snapped at the teenaged human who was sprawled under a quilt on a sofa. She peered out from under the covers with bloodshot eyes and shook her head, "No. I just want to sleep." She replied, her voice low and croaky. With one swift motion, the elf whipped the girl's covers away and ordered, "Carys Leanwill, get yourself up this instant." Carys obeyed, but not without grumbling. "Why are you here, Holly?" The elder girl didn't answer, just marched Carys into her room and forcibly changed her into a fresh dress, then brushed her hair. "Stop squirming, for goodness sake, you are acting like a three year old." Holly

Ruth listened to the birds singing as she felt her life slowly draining out of her. She felt peaceful, as the pain didn't really register at all. She was going to be free. Where she was going no one could follow, no one could hurt her there. There would be no more orders to obey, no more façade to keep up and no more love to lack. She was escaping. The young woman smiled as her sight began to dim, she was nearly free. She felt gentle hands on her face, and she opened her eyes to see a teenager, maybe about fifteen years old, hovering over her with a worried expression. "Oh miss… I'm sorry I was late, you see, my horse threw me off

"You do know those girls were flirting with you, don't you?" Sun-dancer asked as she strolled down a dirt road in the newly assembled town, pushing a pram in front of her. Beside her walked Leo, whose every movement seemed awkward, like he hadn't adjusted to walking without the constant weight of a sword. With a decent diet, he was less stringy now, filling out ever so slightly so he lost the slight hint of malnutrition. Milo and Hope trailed behind them, hand in hand and blushing at the constant attention they received, and they were silent, a distant look in their eyes showing they were communicating mentally.  The group was also joined by