LiShen     Created on Thursday, 15 July 2010 21:23  
  Dreama-starr  
   *  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