It has been a day-long trip. Anna, Leigh, Kilyn and I have been travelling through these woods at a steady pace. Now, here we are at the old lady, Aphy's little hut. "That's strange. No one but us lives here. Nobody has since the capitol of Northmere's been built." Kilyn explains as we all start to slow down. The sun is about to set and I told them we could sleep here. I'm not sure what happened to Aphy. Leigh and I tried to free all the women who were being trafficked by King Leonardo. Yet when we got there they'd already been taken back. Aphy wasn't even in the tent when I was taken in. I simply assumed she wouldn't mind if we stayed here for the night. Heck, maybe she's even back here. I crinkle my brows at Kilyn's words. "What do you mean? Clearly, someone does." I point

The next morning we all sat at the breakfast table. I expected there to be a sullen silence, but no, Dixie and Levin were chatting up the storm. Here I sit at the head of the table, the seat next to me is open. It's specially built for two head seats. Kathleen's sits open. The two first seats also stay open. It's etiquette, for if we ever were to have kids. Kathleen never wanted kids. She explained how she was scared of giving birth. How she felt that women are pressured into having kids. That it feels as if women's only value is to have kids. We haven't discussed who would rule the kingdom after we die. I suppose I won't die, I can only be killed. I've killed enough people for me to live at least another 1000 years. Probably plenty, upon plenty more years. Yet, Kathleen won't. She won't make it past 80. Then...I'll be all alone again. I didn't think of that, that night when she came knocking on my door. These two smiling faces in front of me also will die one da

Golden clouds and pure, heavenly sunlight. Mountains, castles wast lands that encompass a beauty beyond the mortal mind. Fresh eyes with silky smooth and soft to the point of not even feeling the fabric gowns. Hair so feathery light, seeming as if it's made out of pure crystals. This is the plane of the gods. I just knew it. I know it by heart, Moon would take me here every time he missed his family. His mother, his creator, and the friends he'd made along the way. He'd make sure that the moon was perfectly in the sky until we left. So much has changed in the time I was gone. I remember all the time on earth and the time in the heavens. I look over to my side. There he is. The man with such a history in my life. He still looks the way he always did- as Moon. On Earth, he didn't have his silver glow. None of the humans do, even myself. I found it odd, there it's harder to see- rather feel- what type of person they are. Everyone had their own colour. Moon's