Life's changing.

[dominique]

Story Name: Lifes changing
Rating: (Im english and dont understand what an 'R' rating is. We have U, PG, 12, 12a, 15, 18. I would give this a 15)
Summary: Set in England just after the King Arthur period with druids, celts romans and saxons. Magic, fantasy and mystery are a big part in these times. Magic is loved by many feared by most.

NOTE: in my stories i always use the same character names, so when i post it may look as though im just rewriting, im not. I also change from narrator type writings to an outsider (if that made any sense!) Also my spelling isnt very good, neither is my grammer! So im sorry if this doesnt make much sense because of it. Any feed back is much apprciated! More to come if you like this. Thanx, Dom xx

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The sea breeze is calming dont you think? Escpecially when im standing on the edge of a cliff face staring down at the frothing, churning sea below. What wouldnt i give to be one of the sea birds, gliding on the breeze, not touching land for days on end. Or what wouldnt i give to be one of the many fish in the cool, dark deep waters of the vast ocean blue?
Everybodys' happy about today, im not. My life is changing and i dont like it. A few weeks ago i thought i was normal, well almost, now im somone else, some one different. I dont think this is for the good of me, but im doing it for my country my land, my people.

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The sea crashes onto a jagged rock face, creating white splashes turning the surrounding sea white.
Dolphins and fishes play beneath the waves. Birds circle over head. A white figure stands on the edge of the cliff.

A long white hooded cloak billows in the wind. At the waist the material clings to the body, making the outline of the person stand out clearly. Its has to be a girl by the hour glass figure. The hood is blown down by the wind making long light brown hair fly in the wind. It whips around her, across a tanned face and around bright violet eyes. Silent tears glide down her face. In her hand is a sword, a red jewel studded hilted. A crest embedded in the hilt.
In a fast movement she sheaths the sword and heads back to a neighbouring forst. Sounds of laughing and people enjoying themselves travel on the wind. Something was being celebrated.
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Back to the feast now. Great. People i dont even know trying to get in my good books. Wont happen. Im doing this alone with his help. Only he can help me, hes done this before, he being my father.
Hes given me this rite, never beofre given to a girl. Im a trail run, i will not disappoint him.
Last week i was Kida. A country girl, poor but happy. Normal.
Now im Kida Pendragon, Queen of Brittania and the green Isle. A rich woman. Feared respected.

A witch.

[Gia_Sesshoumaru]

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[dominique]

Part 2.

I think i had better tell you whats happened to me these past few weeks.

I lived on a farm in the hills, on the edge of a forest. It was my 16th birthday.

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A small white cottage stands alone on a farm. On a step in front of a pale blue door sits a girl. Her simple dress dirted by the work she had just completed.
She sat with her head in her hands looking out down the hill, at the beautiful landscape.

(More coming soon. )

[Gia_Sesshoumaru]

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[amaya]

Pertty good so far. Can't wait for more.