| You find yourself in a small forest, one where the trees are scattered unevenly, and it barely deserves the name of forest. Looking around on the ground, you find several paths leading off into several different directions. Looking above the tops of the trees, you see a large plateau to the north. Looking in the other directions, you see no other prominent landmarks. Deciding that while you are here, you might as well explore a little. You decide to head towards the plateau, following one of the winding trails that leads to it. The wind is blowing hard, and you barely manage to keep your hair away from your face. Sounds of small sparrows and finches can be heard farther away in the forest. The sun nearing the horizon, and the light that it emits grows weaker by the minute. Clouds, light purple and deep blue, are scattered among the heavens, adding variety to the pale blue of the sky. The air gets cooler, but still warm enough to go without a coat. After walking along the path for about an hour, you come to the end of the forest. Looking ahead of you, you see the plateau. It looks bigger up close than it did from far away. To the right and left of the plateau there is a bright field of grass, waving back and forth in the wind. The blades of grass and the ripe wheat reflect what is left of the sun, making the field a sea of light. You focus your attention once more upon the plateau. The sides that lead to the flat top are filled with cracks and steps, making it easy to climb up to the top. You walk closer, trying to find the best way to get to the top and see what it would have to show you. You notice a small path snaking up to the top, and you decide to use that as a means of getting there. Stepping onto the path, you see that the path has been cleared recently. Rocks have been brushed aside and plants have been cleared. You follow the path upwards, occasionely using some of the big rocks on the side of the path to help you up. The climb is not too steep, but at times you find it a bit difficult. But your labor bears fruit, and you find yourself standing upon the top of the plateau. The view is wonderful. The orange sky hugs the horizon and the blue and purple clouds have taken on a slight golden hue. Above you the sky stretches on and on, stars just coming out of hiding. The plateau is covered in small brush, with a few ferns interspersed. At the opposite end of the plateau is a small house, outlined by the failing light. The scene seems like it was pulled out of the dreams of a sleeper who knows the wonders of nature. Interested, you make your way towards the house, wanting to know would has decided to live within this beautiful realm. |
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| You stand before the door to the house, and looking at one of the curtained windows, you see the faint light of candles inside. Knowing it rude to just barge into someone's home, you knock on the door and wait for someone to come. The door opens and standing in the doorway is a young women. Short and covered in a light shade of green, even her hair is green, she gives you the impression of someone who is kind and gentle. She blinks at you before realizing that you wish to come inside. "Oh, I am sorry, please come inside." You walk throught the door that she holds open and are greeted with a strong smell of incense in the air. She closes the door behind you while saying, "I never get visitors out here. Please make yourself at home." She beckons to a chair next to a small table. All the candles around her house are the color blue. The table is covered in papers and books. A small inkpot and quill are situated in the middle of the table, and you discern a peice of paper with ink still wet upon it. The woman sits across from you, and you notice ink upon her hands and a slight smudge across her right cheek. "Welcome to my humble abode." Taking a teapot and cups from a smaller table at her side, she pours you and herself a cup of tea, the scent of rosemary coming from it's depths. "My name is Dezaia." You blink at her name, for you have never heard it before. She smiles and explains, "My name is japanese for desire. Don't ask what my parents were thinking at the time!" She laughs slightly and sips at her tea. You take a sip of your own, and the taste is sweet and earthy. You inquire about her parents and she says, "My parents died years ago and when that happened I moved here." Her eyes grow a bit distant and you regret asking her about that. Wanting to switch the subject, you glance around looking for something else to talk about. Shelves are packed with books and scrolls and more writing utensils. |
| After seeing her collection, you decide to ask about the books. At once she brightens and begins to explain her hobby. "I love to read. I read about lots of subjects, mainly those on mythology, astrology, and dreams. Especially dreams. I am a daydreamer by nature, and that has brought me to another aspect of my life. I wanted to write my own dreams down, maybe so others could read, but mostly to keep my dreams coming. Whenever a dream comes to me, I write them down. Over the years I have written short stories and poems. If you wish, you may stay long enough and I shall allow you to read some poems that have been published in some anthologies. I have a story that I am writing, and you may read what I have written so far of it. Also, there is a short story that I have written recently, and you may also read that. Stay as long as--" Dezaia is interupted by a screeching outside the window above the table. |
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| Dezaia excuses herself and goes to the window. She opens the window and a blue snake like creature with wings flies through and into the room. The creature lands upon the chair that Dezaia had occupied and stares at you, his small eyes flashing. Dezaia sits upon her chair once again, and the little creature sits upon her shoulder. She scratches him upon his head. "This is little Furai, meaning fly in Japanese. He is a Dragonflyer from the Silver Valley Dragons. This is a guest, and you make sure you keep your manners!" The last was directed at the dragonflyer. Furai looks again at you, his eyes full of happiness. He curls upon Dezaia's lap and falls asleep, humming contentedly. |
| "Hey! Lets go see Mugen!"Dezaia leads you outside and into the sparce sunlight. "MUGEN!" Dezaia yells into the sky. You see a flash of light upwards. The light moves and you can barely keep your eyes upon it. Soon the shape slows down and comes in your direction. Soon the light takes form and you see that the light was caused by Mugen's bright scales flashing in the sun. Mugen lands gracefully not too far away. She chirps and nudges your hand to say hello. "This is Mugen," Dezaia begins, "Mugen, this is our guest. Mugen was adopted from Silver Valley. He is full grown and his color is Crystal. He is an air type, and thus loves to fly." |
| Dragon Name: Mugen (means dreams in Japanese) Gender: Male Color: Crystal Type: Air Breath Weapon: Dreamer's Mist: a mist which makes enemies fall asleep in seconds. Also good for camouflage. Age: Adult Mate: Inoru Bondmate: Dezaia Adopted: November 27, 2001 Hatched: December 2, 2001 |
| Dreams by Desiree Hilliard Every night I lay to dream Of Love and Laughter And all the things That I can never find In the real life. These wonderful dreams Are the only things That keep me awake |
| This is a short poem that I wrote about dreams. |
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| Faeries, creatures of myth and legend, are always within people's dreams. I have fallen in love with these beautiful creatures. |
| You look around Dezaia's house and you decide to inspect one of her bookshelves. On one of the smaller ones, you see that all of the books are about poetry. Most of them are written by other authors, but you notice that a few are made out of Dezaia's flowing script. You take on of those, blue with silver trim, and open it up. As you do, Dezaia comes over to you and looks at what you are looking at. "Looks like you have found my book with my favorite poems stored inside. I collected them myself. Allow me to read the best ones to you. Some of them are quite long, so I shall only read a few lines from them." Dezaia opens the book to various places, knowing exactly where each and every poem is. "Ah, Edgar Allen Poe, my favorite author. " Alone by Edgar Allen Poe From childhood's hour I have not been As others were-I have not seen As others saw-I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone. Dreams by Edgar Allen Poe I have been happy, though in a dream. I have been happy-- and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife. A Dream by Edgar Allen Poe In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed; But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted Ah! what is not a dream by day To hom whose eyes are cast On things around him, with a ray Turned back upon the past? That holy dream, that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar-- What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star? The Fairy Dance by Katherine Davis The soft stars are shining, The moon is alight; The folk of the forest Are dancing tonight: O swift and gay Is the song that they sing; They float and sway As they dance in a ring. O seek not to find them, The wee folk so fair; They're shy as the swallow And swift as the air: If you come, they are gone Like the snowflake in May; Like a breath, like a sigh, They vanish away. |
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| The color blue has been known to represent the following things: Good Fortune, Wisdom, Protection, Spiritual Inspiration, Calm, Reassurance, Creativity. "The blue candles in my house lend me creativity for the things that I write!!" |
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