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 Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 2:05 am
"From what I understand of it, we exsisted in a previous life before this one and Shy gave us a second chance at life in a sense. Our adopted families are the ones I would look to as the ones that were mostly responsible for us being here, they did offer something to our souls that we bonded to, like my feather here and I asume your doll you have is yours. We have been given a second chance to live and maybe our memories from the last life will come back, maybe they won't. Honestly I don't mind either way because I am happy with my life as it is." he said, his hand drifting over her blue hair as gently as if she were fragile glass he did not want to break. He seemed to pause in thought for a moment, his sapphire eyes seeming more blue thn usual and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 12:04 am
"hmm.." Was all Arora said, then had her questions and her worries, but she was also very happy with her life, especially right now with Aurion so close. The young girl found herself getting lost in thought as time drifted past.
"Arora! Where are you!" A voice came out from the woods behind them,. Looking up Arora realized the sun was setting. "Arora! Moms waiting on you!" Nope it was two voices.
Arora looked up into Aurion's enchanting eyes. "I have to go, my little brothers are coming." She stared up at him a little longer before moving. Quickly she grabed up all of her things before the boys could find them behind the tall grass.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 11:38 am
That night after dinner Arora anxiously went upstairs to add a new entry to her diary. She scurred up the stairs closed her door and locked it shut so none of the boys could get in. She dug in her bag and pulled out her sketch book. She tore out the picture she had drawn of Aurioun. Taking it to her desk she unlocked a draw and pulled out her jurnal. She opened the jurnal to the first blank page and taped the drawing into it. Then she beagan to write, her heart swelling with excitment. Arora's Journal When I was out in the feilds today the most wonderful thing happened. I ran into Aurion again. He is growing into such a handsome prince. It seems that I have been bumping into him everywhere. It helps that we both have siblings born under the same conditions, much like him and I were born under the same conditions. If you can really call what happened to us being born. Anyway, while we were out in the feilds he was so utterly romantic. I wonder if they teach all royalty to talk like that. I was able to make this sketch while we were talking, though it hardly does him justice with my inferior skill. Though honestly I wonder if he is not just playing games with me. What could a Prince really want with a simple girl like me? Or is he really as lonely on the inside, with so few that we can relate too, as I am? I was singing him my song today. Words formed with the melody. I can not recall what exactly they were about though. I wonder about that song. Why does it seem so much a part of me? Maybe it's something Maeve sang to me when I was still in the vile. I am afraid to ask about it though. It just seems so signifigant for some reason. After I sang him my song he also sang a song. Do Princes have to be perfect in everything? I mean honestly, his voice was so charming. He is so charming. I really do consider him my one true friend. We also were able to talk about the past a bit. Though I got nothing out of him I think he knows more than me. He must no more than me. I know nothing. All I know is what Maeve has informed me about the Lab and their studies. I know there is something more to me, something I can't touch, but what it I can't even begin to understand. As Arora finished her entry her eyes felt heavy with sleep. She shut the book and returned it to the draw. Weary with need for sleep she got herself ready for bed. Curling up close with her sunflower doll, Sunny, she drifted of to sleep.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 12:14 pm
Arora woke up with a start. Tears were streaming down her face. Oh My! Oh thank god, it was only a dream. She thought looking around her room. She grabed for her doll. When she did she noticed the crystals and the feathers. Those where the feathers from the room in her dream. This can't be! She examined the feathers over. Verifying they were in fact the same feathers she through them out of her hands onto the bed. She grabed Sunny even tighter and sat curled up on her bed against the wall. Arora cried. She cried long and hard because she did not know what else to do. Eventually she decided to write it all down before she forgot anything. She stood up catiously. She picked up the feathers and went to her desk. She pulled out her journal from its draw and placed the feathers in front of her on her desk. Then she wrote all that she could remember down. Arora's Journal I had the strangest dream. At least I pray that it was only a dream. Unfortunantly I fear that it was not. It seems I even have proof that it was not. That only makes the whole situation much more disturbing. I woke up in a room on a bed covered in white feathers. I grabed a few and was looking around the room, certian that I much be dreaming, when out of nowhere a brightlight consumed all the feathers on the bed and I feel right into a group of Fae like me. I was very frieghtened, but seeing Aurion I took comfort in him being there. He held my hand tightly as we walked around what seemed to be a castle. There were other fae there, some of which I had seen in Shy's lab, but none that I had meet. Amongst this group of people there was also a very bossy girl, only a few years older than myself. I did not like her at all. She talked about us being her servants, something I would never do. She told us all to call her Princess, though it appears her name was Raven. I think I would be happy to never meet her again. Raven lead us up a bunch of stairs until we came to a room with many older people in it. I was not sure what happened next. I remeber Aurion jumping foward and taking a blow of what looked like lightening before it could hit anyone else. Then a weird creature/ womany thing appeared near one of the others and it seemed like the lightening never hit Aurion at all. Then all of a sudden her started crying and was clearly in pain. My dear Prince Charming, bravest man I've ever known, in pain. I could not bear the thought. So I ran to his side. He was crying against the chest of another Fae our age, that looked half cat. I took Aurions hand only to feel blood driping from it where he was digging his own nails in. Then the poor boy fainted. Both the cat boy and I went to the ground with him trying to aide him. I tried to stroke his hair and comfort him but the cat boy scratched and snarled at me. All I wanted was to help my freind. Then the cat boy ripped Aurion away from my grasp. I was so frieghtened and scared, I did not want to let go of poor Aurion. But before I could react everything faded out. I awoke in my bed. Hoping it was all just a dream I looked around and found that on my bed were these white feathers. The same type of feathers that had covered the bed I woke up in. I am going to place them in this book for safe keeping until I can figure out what to do with them. There were also two crystals. One clear and one black. I don't have any idea here they came from. I also will but them away with the book. Perhaps Aurion might understand things better, I will ask him. He is very smart. I think it is probably best not to tell Maeve about any of this. With the new baby around I do not want to put stress on her. Either thinking that her child is being kidnapped in the night or that I am completely crazy. Arora finished her entry and tucked the feathers into the book. She put the book back in it's draw and grabed the crystals off her bed, putting them in as well. She tried to go back to bed but found that she could not sleep. She went back to her desk and drew in her sketch book until the sun rose. She drew a picture of the Raven girl, then one of the bed for flowers. But it was the one of Aurion being struck by the lightening that distressed her the most.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 12:51 am
After a hectic day at the CoE store Arora was glad to be home. She was only supposed to meet her mother there after school and they ended up spending all evening there. At least Aurion had been there to keep her company. She went up to her room and did her homework, even though it was a friday night. By the time she finished it was eleven o'clock. She could hear that the household was already asleep. She pulled out her diary with a yawn. As she did the feather she hadn't put in her bag fell to the ground. She picked it up and put it on her desk. She opend the book and began to write. Arora's Journal Galad has been acting weird lately. Being with Alanna seemed to help him a bit, but something weird is still going on. I can't really understand it at all. I can't even figure out my own problems. And Galad has been so distant from me lately. I'm afraid that if I aproach him and ask he will only push me further away. I can't really blame him though. I mean honestly I haven't told him about the other night yet either. Aurion was at the store, at least he kept me company. I got to draw him looking all Princely. He's a good model. He seemed really bothered by the events of the other night. He wouldn't talk about it much either. He said he had gotten a card with a number. That seems weird. He told his mother about the other night too, though he said he didn't want to. Now I'm worried that Miss Ruveila will tell Maeve. Maeve would be furrious if she found out I was kidnaped and didn't tell her. I'm frightened now. And then there are these feathers. They are so beautiful. They are also so much bigger than Anora's. They are so pure white. And that light I they filled up with in the Castle, it was just amazing. I feel so drawn to them... Arora picked up the feather. She felt like the answers to her questions had something to do with this feather. She thought about the bright light and those older Fae. She wished desperatly for help. With all her heart she griped the feather wishing someone would help her understand any of this and maybe not feel so empty inside...
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 1:06 am
A soft glow beats from the feather, rather like a pulse-- white, and then whiter, as if somehow one can transfer itself into another. Arora feels the heat against her hands, against her face-- but it doesn't burn her yet.
It is so similar to the time before, the time when Raven moved them out of the castle. Except this time, instead of moving someone out of the room, Arora finds that...
"Was it you who called me?"
Cupid, sitting in her room as if he had been there the entire time.
[Cupid will stay as long as needed, someone that Arora can talk to. When she feels that she is better, he will disappear, promising her that if she feels lost again, to call-- but it has to be their secret. He'll stop coming if she tells anyone else.
Please feel free to write this out in any fashion. A journal, a entry-- Cupid cannot be seen by anyone else-- that is, anyone who isn't fae. ^^ He won't speak too much about the Zero Three Zero Project or the Courts, so you have no need to worry about that.]
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 3:09 pm
Arora let out a gasp of shock. Then covered her mouth not wanting to wake anyone else in the house up. Here it was going on midnight and there was a strange man sitting in her room. Her life really was screwed up.
"wh...who are you?" She asked the man faintly. As she looked him over he seemed familar. He had been at that castle, yes the man who helped that Raven girl. Had he said she called him, Arora was very confussed. "Your from that castle aren't you. I called you? but how? And how did you do that. Show up like that. Almost the way we were taken from our rooms the other day."
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 10:29 am
Cupid looked at Arora with a look of disbelief. "Has that foolish scientist taught you nothing. You naive girl, you've already meet me. I am Cupid, without me you would have never returned home after the other night."
Arora shivered in fear at the mention of the other night. She still felt dirty from the whole thing.
Cupid continued as he ruffled his wings a bit to accent his point, "I came her because you called apon MY feathers, though you never really should have had them, at least this is a chance for you to talk with someone besides these humans."
As he talked Arora listened patiently. She looked down at the feather she had been holding. Her face turned bright red and burned with embaressment. Tears began to fill up in her eyes.
Cupid looked over by the girl, Oh great now what did I do! He walked up to her in an atempt to try to stop her from crying. He knelt down by her, putting her hand on his. "Hey, hey now. Don't be upset. I'm hear because you called." He stared at the girl a bit. "You sure don't talk much do you?"
Arora felt very conforted by the man's presence, though she didn't quite no why. She shook her head in response to his question.
"Well why not?"
Arora looked at him a little shooked. No one had every really asked her that before. She thought about it, looking at him in silence. The silence draged on until she finally spoke up. "I...I guess I'm just confussed. I came to conciousness in this house, remembering nothing of who I had been. I know I was someone, but I don't know who. Can this all be real? There are so many things on my mind all the time, I guess I just find it easier to put it into pictures than words."
Cupid smiled up at her. "See now that wasn't so hard to say now was it?"
Arora shook her head.
Cupid stood up and got ready to leave. "Perhaps you should try talking like that to someone else? Those who love you around here. I must be going. If you ever need me again though, just call on the feathers." And in a flast of light he was gone again.
Arora sat there in shook. He had a point. Perhaps she would try that, maybe not though. She looked down at the feather with a smile. Then she tucked it back into the lock drawer with her journal.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:17 pm
Arora laid in bed trying to sleep. She had been having so much trouble sleeping lately. Shcool had gotten out recently and now all she did was sit around the house and draw. Sometimes she would go to the museum of the field but that was it. She had not seen Aurion in a long time. She figured he had most likely forgotten about her by now, though she thought about him ever day. Yet there was one she thought about more...Cupid. She couldn't get him out of her mind...even when thinking about her prince. She drew him all the time. She could draw him as if he were still standing right in front of her. Arora tossed around a bit and then finally got up. She went straight to her desk. Her journal and sketchbook were sitting out on the desk, she hadn't even bothered to put them away she had been using them so much. Arora's Journal I can't sleep again tonight. It's cupid...I just can't get that meeting out of my mind. I've thought about calling him again, but I know it won't help. He'll only leave me with more questions I'm sure of it. Why does his face seem so comforting to me though. Why do I miss his face so much. I can't seem to draw much of anything besides him anymore. Worst of all I miss Aurion. The more I think of Cupid the more I miss Aurion. I haven't seen him in for ever. He's probably grown even more than the last time I meet him. I doubt he even remembers me though. He's probably so busy being a prince or knight and all that stuff. I don't even know what I'd say to him if I did see him. I'd probaly be to nervous to talk. On a brighter note the flowers in the garden are all blooming. It's so beautiful. Anora spends most of her time flying around the back yard. These days are just to hot for that poor little bird to be inside the stuffy old house. Just then Anora chirped up, as if she knew Arora was thinking about her. Arora smile at the little yellow bird in the cage. "Shhh hush little dear you don't want to wake the others up do you?" Then Arora began to sing the bird a lullibye. Arora had a beautiful calming voice. The bird quiickly dozed off and Arora felt her own eyes draging as well. She shuffled to her bed and floped down on it still singing. In seconds she was out like a light.
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