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Note Number:
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131
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Author:
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Kyle
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Date:
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Tue
Oct 29, 2002; 00:49:48
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To:
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All
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Subject:
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Wandering
Stars.
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He
looked out at his long time home. It comforted him, this peacefull wood.
His heart was here, with the night, and the almost perfect stars, for
that was w hen the forest was alive in his eyes.
He knew that his people, the Sidhe, were dwindling. The blood thinning, till ch ildren were sparse. It came of not mingling with the other races he knew, even those of a similar ma ke. Many of them feared the changes that new blood could bring, looking at the dwarf ishness of their cousins...they shuddered. He was the last child born in 100 years. To loving, but cold parents, who gave him everything but what he craved, love. Feeling the pang of loneliness, he called upon his heart and his homeland, his b eing quickening to its powerfull touch. Suddenly he knew, that the Forest was going to help him in this, and bring him s omewhere else... Packing the few things he had, as a young wizardling. He set out on a journey, as all of his interest must do at least once in their days...and see where the f orest dropped him. |
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