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Tales of Time Chapter FiveThe Fairies
(One year later)
On the edge of the desert there is a patch of cacti. The cacti are in nice little groups with some small, some large, some fat, some thin and so on. During the night you would think that it is just an odd grouping of cacti but alas it is special.
As the sun rises in the desert bringing heat to the land which cooled overnight, a little flash of light beams out of one of the cactuses, and goes to another cactus. Then another light, then another.
A trained eye would realize that these are desert fairies which live in cactuses. They work hard to find food for themselves and they are specialized, fighting fairies who are some of the most skilled among the pixie group.
But the only odd thing about this particular clan is their king is not even a desert fairy.
Enter-Marth. Marth is a dark fairy who got married to the desert fairy queen a long time ago. That may sound scary; oooo dark fairy. But Marth is not the poster chil
Tales of Time Chapter FourMommy
(2 years later)
It is a bright and early fall morning at the Tatitan forest. The magnificent trees are becoming more beautiful day by day as their leaves change color before falling off, leaving a bare trunk.
The sun shines brightly into Tammy’s eyes through her window, rousing her from her dreams.
She sits up in her bed and rubs her eyes while smacking her lips. She looks over next to her and sees her brother Tobey is still asleep as usual. He is sleeping on his side in a ball with his hair in his face and mouth slightly open.
She throws her covers off of herself and steps into her silk slippers her nana gave to her for her eighth birthday, which was just five days ago.
She lets her braid out looking in the mirror, and watches as her long black hair with waves in it falls about her as she brushes it out. She splashes water on her face from the bowl by her bed and when no one is looking, uses her nightgown to dry her face off.
She hears someone walk
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The next morning Salem rushes out of the house after going through her training which consisted of learning how to block a shield thrust. Salem stubbed her toe, cried, and Birdwing let her leave early out of peace of mind.
Salem runs as fast as she can all the way toward Tammy’s place where Salem loves to look at the flowers, antique decorations, Tammy’s smile, and Tobey’s cute face.
She slows down though when she sees there are a dozen of carriages outside the mansion.
She pushes past the smelly horses and crowds of Tatitans until she sees Tammy and Tobey standing in front of their house. She speeds up to meet them.
“Tammy! Tobey! Hi guys!”
Tobey walks away but Tammy, who is in her finest party dress, walks up to Salem and hands her a doll that the girls always play house with.
“We are all going to a circus show that my daddy owns. It’s the first year I can go! I’m so excited! We
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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