[Ah, I've forgotten to type some of them up n_n;; But don't worry, they'll be here soon, but it's not like any of you actually care, right? =P ]
~Wolven cocked her head to the side, watching Nathan curiously,
silently asking him to continue. He did.
~"I could say that I grew up in the town of Stormy Ridge, which was,
and still is, a quaint little place caught between an oceanside cliff and a
lush, green forest. However, just saying that would would be only
partially true. In all literacy, I grew up in the city beneath Stormy Ridge. I really grew up in a town called Nuveria, the town on no map, thesafe haven. A town where being the way we are, being a Nuverian Anamagi, was acctually consitered normal!" Nathan's voice rose and fell with excitement and expression, and Wolven had to remind herself that it was still Nathan. The same moody, distant, alcoholic Nathan.
~"Well, you see," Nathan continued, "Even though our city tried to stay hidden, things never work out without a hitch. Eventually, we were discovered." Wolven shuttered at the thought.
~"Wh..." Wolven asked nervously, "What happened then?" Nathan looked up at her, his eyes as hypnotic as his voice.
~"You see, darling," he told her slowly, almost quietly, "I promised you a story, and doll, this is just the beginning..."
[Constructive critisism is good, but don't be mean about it... I'm doing this in the first five minutes in class, and half the time I'm doing homework due that day at the same time... But suggestions and stuff are appreciated.]
