| LiShen | Created on Thursday, 15 July 2010 21:23 |
| Dreama-starr |
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* A mud-colored letter finds it's way into your hands. The lettering on it is red in color, and strangely well written. * I was a naive young girl. I had this strange thought that every person in the whole world was good in their heart. I frolicked my way through life, thinking that things could only get better. It was that day which changed my life forever. It started off like any other normal day. That is, until the storm clouds rolled in. The mood changed to such a gloom that it could break your heart. You could hear the stomping of an army breaking through the silence. They were nearing our small village. Everyone was scared; Everyone but my mother. The village had spoke about her in hushed tones. When we went into village to gather various assundries, many people would avoid us at all cost. They were always whispering, always in hushed tones, and never spoke to my mother. My memories of my mother were quickly removed from my mind as the ever present noise became louder. I remember my mother and father fighting. My father was worried, my mother was heated. I remember my father hiding my little sister in the secret basement. It was not large enough to fit anyone else, and being as she was the smallest and least likely to be able to defend herself, she was hidden away. The ogres came in with a roar. I could see my mother fighting them off with some sort of strange potions, and my father helping all of the villagers as best he could. The last thing I remember is one of the larger ogres coming towards me with horror and death in his eyes. I woke up to another ogre peering down on me. I nearly jumped up to the ceiling, but she quickly grabbed my shoulder in a loving way I had never witnessed before. I knew in my heart that she wasn't going to hurt me. I can't explain why; I just knew. I spent the rest of my life with the ogres. The memories of my mother, father and sister soon grew very distant. Although I was 15 years old, my mother did not believe in any type of schooling and therefore, I could not speak very well. Fortunately, my father would secretly teach my sister and I how to write without my mother's consent. He knew that it was not right for us to not be in school, and although he could never stand up to my mother, he did what he felt was right for us. I thank my father greatly for that, because otherwise I would be completely lost. Luckily, the ogre who saved my life took me as her own. She treated me as her only child, and taught me everything about the ogre ways, including their language, which I adapted as my own. It wasn't until later in my life that I would find out she was the ogre tribe's leader's wife, who was poisoned by my own mother. It was the mere fact that despite all of that, she saw goodness in me and took me as her own child. I knew then that despite all of the horror I lived through, my naive belief that there was good in the world was true. It was soon that I yearned for something else other than the ogre life. With my ogre mother's blessing, I ventured to the land of Buya. There I met a group of people called the Muses. Growing up with the ogres, they all reveled in my drawings of them; It seemed the Muses enjoyed this as well! All of the chaos of my life seemed to finally fall into place. I could belong to a group of people who would help my expand of knowledge. I met many wonderful people, and although I enjoy the treehouse immensely, I like to go visit my ogre family from time to time. It was during one of these vacations in which I found my long lost sister, Amaya Lynna. I told her about what happened, and listened to her story as well. I assured her that things would only get better for us, now that our mother was gone. Ama would face other trials, but I did my best to help her. I later found a very helpful Muse by the name of Songa Dinera, who I adopted as my own sister. She helped me to learn how to speak the human language better, and most importantly, how to express my inner creativity. My family may have a dark past, but I'd like to think that our future looks very promising! * You notice by the signature at the bottom, an obscurely shaped hand print is next to it. * * Dreama Starr~! Ogre Muse & Muse of Imagination |
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