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 Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 11:11 am
I n t r o d u c t i o n
This journal is a record of Skye and _____.
Please do not post in this journal without asking me for permission first. The only exceptions are staff members.
Thank you. 
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 11:20 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 11:21 am
D r a g o n All about Skye...
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 11:13 pm
Journal, you will have to forgive me for not writing sooner. I had, at one point, started something to discuss the nature of the small, violet orb that has made its way into my care but that journal was lost and this... Well, this is a new begining.
All begining's must start somewhere and I believe that mine starts with troubled waters. There was a time when everything seemed so peaceful; so serene. That time was before I adopted my first child here on Gaia. That time was... Goodness, it seems so very, very long ago.
Things have progressed from there. One at a time the children, both mine and those belonging to close friends and loved ones, have moved out. It startles a mother when she finds herself in a silent home and, sometimes, she may find herself reaching out.
I suppose I reached too far and, in doing so, I called something to me. A man... A myth... A dream... And yet, there was something so real about him... Something I couldn't quite put my fingers on. It still evades me even now. It is a shadow of a memory and all I have to help me solve the mystery... Is this orb...
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 1:16 pm
Journal, I write to you again not knowing why or what direction this writing will take me. It feels strange... Strained. I feel... Lost. Just as lost as my old journal was.
Are old journals ever found? For that matter, are old dragons? We have those who love us, of course, but what happens when the love begins to wear thin? Does it fade like colors? Like one season into the next? Is there anything that truly lasts forever?
I've been looking at my orb alot lately... Trying to remember more about where it came from. Every now and then I find myself thinking that I see something within it. A ballroom. A dance. Beautiful masks on beautiful people. Is that real? I find myself wondering if that place exists...
Then I hear his voice. It whispers, reassuring me that I have but to believe and something will come to aide me. He has sent one of his to watch over me... Yet here I am watching over it. Ironic, isn't it?
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 12:34 am
Journal, I have found a calander. A day. A date.
April 27th. I've missed so much. My son's birthday... I am a horrible mother. I'm certain that he paid no mind to the passing of another year. Children, when they are having fun, rarely do. I don't think it is in their nature to worry...
Then again, my son is not a child anymore. At least, one of my sons is not. The other? A part of me hopes that both he and his sister remain children forever. They grow too fast these days... Everything goes by too fast but some things? Some things go on forever.
The note that came with my orb is dated November. What sort of haze was I in that I forgot about this gift for so long? No matter... I will not forget again.
I doubt that the orb would let me even if I tried. It has taken to following me around. Luckily such things are not strange in my home... No moreso than statues that become real boys and giant horse-like dogs that come from ancient native flutes.
Welcome to Gaia.
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