It was a dark night. Heavy rain laden clouds were blowing in from the west, blocking out the bright full moon overhead. Only the light from the fireflies buzzing on the cool night air made anything visible. Even those lights flickered off and on as an almost silent flap of wing swooped down to claim another of the brightly glowing insects. The owls weren’t the only ones hunting. Two shadows moved along the top of a high ridge. A vast meadow occupied one side, a small farm house the other. The...

It was the screams that woke him. Gasping, Connor sat up rigid in bed. The images of his dream flash in front of his eyes a moment, then fade away. He raises a shaky hand to try and rub them away. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he looks around the dark room trying to discern where he might be. Unable to make anything out in the dimness, he collapses back on the bed, letting out a long shaky breath. Hearing a noise in a room beyond his, Connor snaps his head over in the direction of where...

He stares back at Shila, trying to comprehend what she had just said to him. After a minute he lets out a small unsure laugh. “You really expect me to believe that?” he asks becoming aggravated. “ If it is really true and I am a descendant, then why have I never heard of this before. It would mean my father would have known and would have told me. He was a soldier years ago and it would have happened to him while he was fighting. I’ve never heard anything of the sort. He would have said somet...

The sounds of battle crept in. It was faint but still there, recognizable. He had never heard it before but knew without a doubt what it was. The sound grew louder, closer. Then the smell hit him. It was everywhere. He couldn’t smell anything but the acrid stench of battle. Nothing but blood and sweat lingered in the air. It was everywhere. He thought he should be sickened by how strong it was, but he wasn’t. It was simply there for his senses to take in. The sound and smell grew with each pa...

As he steps through the door and into the small house, Connor looks around, scanning the dark front room for the old woman. Looking ahead to the table at the back of the room where he normally sees her sitting, Connor squints his eyes trying to make out anything there, but sees nothing. Moving ahead a few steps he looks around the familiar room, letting his eyes adjust to the darker interior. To his left and pushed in a corner, is the large ceiling high bookcase stacked full of books that he ...

To afraid to move and not wanting to reap the punishment for disobeying, Connor lay still. Knowing he is close enough to his house that yelling should bring his father running, he goes over his chances of trying to get away. Even if he did yell and push whoever was on his back off, he didn’t think the chance of getting away unscathed was very high, or in that fact getting away with his life. Deciding he doesn’t want to risk it, he stays laying on the ground. Moving his head slightly, Connor c...

Connor shifted in his saddle, waiting for his father to do something. Kade starts looking around, first searching in front of him then up the sides of the cliffs and behind him and Connor, then back to whatever it was he saw ahead. Connor suddenly starts feeling a bit nervous and starts looking around himself. "What are you looking for," he asks his father. "Anything unusual. You let me know if you see something." Kade looks back at Connor and holds his eyes to make sure he's paying attention...

If I would choose a life, so rare, to reveal to all, to lay it bare The colors of a rainbow would I dare Use to describe a woman so fair Purple of course, would be the first And in my mind an explosion would burst About your passion, for which I thirst Inspiring thoughts and song and verse Blue would follow as the second hue A part of the rainbow just for you To describe your eyes, intense and blue And are often the first thing I notice about you Green is third as you would guess To describe ...