yes i know it is thats why i have stopped going there a few weeks ago..its hard to break up with it but hey i had to and can join me now and ask bye
bye to it..Did you just hear that sound out side..wow
nope its never going to happen again..i am going to work on my whole life story..from the time i could remember when younger...as i have already
started years ago...i will find it i hope soon and find where i stopped and go from there...got to go for a few mintues i am freaing right
now..TORNADO thingy went off..i am sitting here like omg..ok be back..getting dressed just in case..
yeppers..its off now..but wow...it was just minutes before i heard laughing in front of my trailer..so i freaked then i freaked again when i heard
that go off...i so hate night storms...as you cant see them..
She peered from behind the tall, thick tree, long dark hair flowing down the small of her back. She wore a wreath of Autumn flowers
around her head and a long reddish colored dress. Her dark and curious hazel colored eyes darted around the forest. It was dusk and nearing the time
where the veil between the worlds would be the thinnest.
Trista was warned never to go this far into the forest as many of her people had gone never to return again. This time however, her curiosity got the
best of her. She loved the forest and couldn't imagine why people disappeared in this area. Who or what was out here and what did they do with her
people? They were forest people who knew the woods and animals that were scattered throughout the lands. The vibes she was getting from this place was
dark and ominous, where the rest of the forest felt sacred and safe.
Trista moved cautiously through the woods when suddenly a winged woman appeared. She had long lovely reddish blond hair and wore a
flowing gown of white and a crown upon her head. The woman did not look pleased. "Who might you be and why are you here?" she asked firmly. Trista
approached unafraid. "I don't owe you any answers for my actions. Perhaps if you tell me who you are, I in return will reveal my own identity."
The winged woman stood before the young girl. "Hmmm, brave. I like that. My name is Leaf and I am supposed to be the Queen of Autumn." The young girl
could see that this Queen seemed disinterested in being a Queen of anything. Leaf continued. "I can see the curiosity in your eyes and can imagine the
questions rambling around in your head. I am bored child, terribly bored. I tried keeping peace here in this Season of change. I tried guarding this
place, the people and animals." She sat back down in her comfortable chair watching as the faeries danced about.
Trista sat on a fallen log. "I am Trista. So...what happened? Many of my people have gone missing from here. What happened to them and why are you
bored with protecting this place?" A crow called out from a branch on a colorful maple tree above them. "Caw, caw, caw." Leaf stared ahead and sighed.
"A great evil has been unleashed and taken over. It cannot harm me and I can't control its malevolent intent. I warned your people. They didn't
listen. Their curiosity got the best of them." "But...how did the evil entities get here? Haven't you investigated?" Leaf smiled. "It is not in my
power. I was never trained to fight such forces. There are those who can though I suppose."
Trista, with narrowed eyes and furrowed brow took hold of Leaf's arm. "Who? Tell me now! Who can help and where can I find them? You call yourself a
Queen and you are here for all of Autumn, every Autumn and you have done nothing? You are pathetic!" Shocked, Leaf pushed the young girl down onto a
blanket of fallen leaves. "You expect me to help you when you act like a spoiled child demanding to have your way?" "Caw, caw, caw." The bird cried.
His black wings glinted in the moonlight before transforming into a white owl. "I am a crow by day and an owl by night. I have seen things, horrible
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