Well, it's been a while and New Year's has come and passed. Been watching quite a few shows lately and reading a few good books (Narnia Chronicles) and I decided I wanted to rewrite Dyran's Misfortune. I mean, not completely change it but spice it up a bit by adding a few details... so I think if and when I have time I'll start writing on that again. Sorry I haven't been working on them, but I will. PRDT is stuck. Well, that's all for now... later

Well, it's been about 4 months since I was last here so I figured I'd tell you all what's up. My muse (Lupe) has offically stopped working. I can't write a damn thing on my stories and trust me I am trying. I finally finished my gift for Senji-ku, but I still need to color it. Tomorrow I am heading up to my grandma westons house for her funeral. She passed away on Christmas Eve around 10 or so. So, I'm going to be up there until Wed sometime maybe even early Thurs. I'm not real sure yet, it all depends on my mom. Don't worry, though, I'm going to take my stories with me and try to write another chapter for them. I'll also take my colored pencils and try to color that pic for Senji. Okay... who ever left the comment on the last entry: {i think you are very hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot holla - [anonymous (68.62.219.52)] he is so so so hot but are sure he is a girl because i cant deal with that somebody please tell me peace out$$$ - [anonymous (68.62.219.52)] he is cute but is he a girl - [anonymous (68.62.219.52)]} 1) I'm flattered you think I'm hot, though it was prolly about Trent, 2) he is a guy, but the writer of this diary is a girl, hint why there's pics of Trent all over, 3) your just really stupid if you couldn't figure that out. Well, now I'm outta here... I think I'll try and write a little bit on PRDT or DM then head to bed, cuz I got to be up at 6 in the morning to make sure all my stuff is packed to go to grandma's house. Later

This is just some crazy dream that i had a few nights ago. And well, when I woke up, my shoulder was hurting and it kinda scared me. If you want to venture in an area and say that this dream has meaning, go right ahead. My Dream last night: August 17, 2005 The young man walked up to the tall, music-thumping building slowly. He was told to come here by a letter sent from an anonymous person. He knew there would be trouble, but he went anyway, though he didn’t know how much trouble he would be in. He made his way towards the front of the building, keeping an eye out for anything strange. As he was about to enter the building, he heard a cold, deep voice yell, “Dog.” He turned around in a circle quickly, his eyes falling upon a burly, brute. He eyed he man nervously before he decided to dash off. The man gave chase, pulling a handgun from under his over-coat. The young man heard the cocking of the gun as he came to a corner. But before he could round the corner, a shot rang out and pain pierced his left shoulder. He fell to one knee, grabbing his shoulder. Pulling his hand back slowly, blood drizzled out of his shoulder. He climbed to his feet and dashed around the corner. He knew he wouldn’t get far before he fell unconscious from the blood he was loosing. Turning right again, he bit the end of a gun, his head connecting with the concrete road. He rolled on the ground slightly, as the man hovered over him, then ran off. Rather dizzy and loosing a lot of blood, he crawled to his feet and stumbled forward some. He hadn’t gone very far before he fell to the ground, the world blurring around him.

Well I've been up since about 11 yesterday, got about an hour of sleep tonight and well, I think my muse has run away. I mean, I can't think of anything, not even the slightest bit for one of my stories... I can't stand it, this sucks so bad. I can't even think up the next line for DM and it should be easy since Dyran wakes up screaming... but for some reason it's not. And PRDT is even harder. I just don't know what I'm going to do without my Muse. I think I'm going to go and update my site for a while. Later.

Well I'm at VU and I haven't even started on the fourth part but I'll get it done. Just figured I'd let you know what was going on. Well I just want to say, thank you for so many comments and Kai... sure I'll be your friend. when you get an e-mail address you mail me at draqulyn@aim.com or draqulyn@hotmail.com either one, I try to check them all the time. Rocio, no comprende tú hables, pero Trent es muy Guapo y me cumpleaños que es 12 de Julio. Mi comprende un poco Español. Hable in Ingles, por favor.

alert("PRDT Part 3 is up") Well, here's the third part. Yeah, I had a great idea and I finished the third page so here it is. Kinda has a cliff hanger ending. Oh and this: ~+~+~ is a paragraph break since some of the lines and paragraphs break for no reason so I decided I would let you know when that paragraph ended and we headed to a new place or group of people. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I’m not sure we can trust you anymore, Trent,” Conner said, standing adjacent to Ethan. Trent threw the washcloth down, standing up quickly. Kira grabbed him as he wobbled slightly, falling back to the couch. “Trent, your still too weak to go anywhere,” Dr. O said walking towards him. Trent sighed, and laid his head against the back of the couch. “What are we going to do about Mesogog and Jez…?” Conner said. “Hello? Can anyone hear me?” Jezlyn’s voice came through on the COM links. “How can she talk to us?” Conner asked, glaring slightly at Trent. Trent lifted his head and looked at Conner. “She stole my communicator, remember?” “Oh and you didn’t think to ask her for it when you were showing her around town, did you?” Conner snapped. Trent jumped up abruptly, forcing himself to find his balance. “Yeah, like I let her take it.” Trent stepped towards Conner, but was held back by Dr. O, as Conner was held back by Ethan. “Knock it off, both of you,” Dr. O snapped. “This isn’t Trent’s fault.” They heard Jezlyn’s voice again as Dr. O pushed Trent back down on the couch. “Now, I hate to say this, but we need to find Jezlyn. She may be able to help us get our gems back.” “Wait a minute,” Ethan said stepping forward. “We,” he said pointing at himself and Conner, “would still have our gems if you didn’t make us give them up.” “I made a bad decision, I know, but I did it to save Trent. There’s nothing I can do about it now. The only thing we can do is find Jezlyn and see if she knows a way to get our gems back,” Dr. O replied. “You don’t trust her, so why should she trust you?” Trent asked, looking at Dr. O, as he stood up. “Can anyone hear me?” Jezlyn cried into the communicator. Trent rushed from the couch over to the console, but before he could push a button to talk to Jezlyn, Dr. O grabbed his arm and held him back. “Then help us, Trent.” Dr. O stared at him as Trent breathed deeply. Shrugging off Dr. O’s grip he pushed a button. “Jezlyn, where are you?” “Trent…” Jezlyn breathed. “Jez,” he said, breathing deeply to keep calm. “Where?” “The park,” she cried into the communicator. He turned to Dr. O, then back to the console. “I’ll be right there.” He pushed another button and the connection was severed. “I’m going with you,” Dr. O said, grabbing Trent’s arm. “I told her I was going alone. She needs to feel she can still trust me.” Trent stared at Dr. O, hoping he would understand. “10 minutes, then we’re coming after you.” “Fair enough.” ~+~+~ “Jezlyn?” Trent yelled as he entered the park. “Jezlyn, where are you?” “Trent.” She raced out from behind a row of trees, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Are you all right?” he asked, holding her. “I am now,” she whispered into his ear. “The other rangers need your help.” He pushed her away from him, but held her arms. “We need your help to get the Dino Gems back.” “I can’t help you, Trent.” She sighed, looking at the ground. “They’re gone forever.” “No,” Trent whispered, his arms dropping to his sides, “they can’t be.” “Hello, Ranger.” Zeltrax appeared from an invisiportal, Jezlyn standing by his side. As Trent looked up, Zeltrax raced forward grabbing Trent’s throat, slamming him into a tree. “Zeltrax,” Trent retorted, grabbing his forearm. “Nice to see you, White Ranger.” Zeltrax pulled Trent from the tree, spinning him around. “Mesogog needs a life force to get his machine working.” “The other rangers will know I’m missing,” Trent said, fighting as Zeltrax twisted his arm behind his back, yelling in pain. “Doesn’t Jezlyn’s clone look exceptional?” He whirled Trent around to face her as she placed her hands behind her back, smirking. “You-“ Trent spat. “Now now… we must get you to Mesogog before the other Rangers arrive.” ~+~+~ “Where is Trent?” Kira asked, looking at her watch. “He still has a few minutes,” Dr. O said looking at his watch. As he looked back up from his watch, a blinking red light on the console caught his attention. He rushed to it, pressing a button. As a screen popped up showing Trent held by Zeltrax in the park, Conner, Ethan, and Kira looked over at Dr. O. Zeltrax’s voice came through. “Mesogog needs a life force to get his machine working.” Followed by Trent’s reply: “The other rangers will know I’m missing.” He fought as Zeltrax twisted his arm behind his back, yelling in pain. The screen flickered then went blank as Zeltrax started speaking. “It seems Trent fell into Zeltrax’s plan,” Conner said as he, Ethan, and Kira stood beside Dr. O. “We have to get him back,” Kira said. “We will, but we need to find out Zeltrax and Mesogog’s plan first,” Dr. O replied. ~+~+~ Zeltrax shoved Trent into a cell, slamming the door shut behind him. Trent stumbled but found his footing and faced Zeltrax. “You won’t get away with this,” he spat, grabbing the bars. “You won’t be alive long enough to complain.” Zeltrax turned from Trent and made his way down the hall. “The other rangers are on their way!” Trent breathed deeply as Zeltrax stopped and turned around. “They should be here any minute.” Zeltrax marched back down the hall and stood before the cell. “If they are… then we should drain your life-force now.” Zeltrax threw open the cell door, and marched towards Trent. Trent backed up slightly, his hands before him ready to defend himself. Zeltrax faked left, and then went right, catching Trent’s left side. A hard punch to his ribs sent him to the floor. Trent fell to his knees, gripping his side. Zeltrax bent down, grabbed Trent’s arm, and jerked him up, twisting his arm behind his back. “To bad your friends aren’t here to save you now, White Ranger,” Zeltrax snorted in his ear. He forced Trent down the hall and into the control room. Mesogog stood at the console, plans for his machine on the screens. He looked up as Trent was thrust into the room, stumbling as he was stopped before Mesogog. “Well, you will do nicely. Get the machine ready.” Mesogog turned back to the screens. Zeltrax forced Trent into the chair, strapping in his arms and legs. Elsa walked around the chair, glaring at Trent. She had waited so long for this day to come, has they all had. Placing a gag in Trent’s mouth, they fired up the life-force-extraction machine. As the machine zapped his life force, Trent bit down on the gag, trying to fight the pain it caused. A dial on the console rapidly went up as Trent became weaker. When the dial reached halfway, Mesogog ordered them to halt the extraction. Zeltrax pulled Trent up from the chair, the only thing supporting him from falling. He carried Trent back to his cell and threw him down on the cot. Trent didn’t stop himself as he rolled off the cot, falling to the floor. He laid there, his eyes rolled back into his head. All of his energy was gone and all he could do was sleep. ~+~+~ She finally lifted herself from the ground, tears still moist on her cheeks. She looked around, making sure no one was there. Pulling out the white wristband, which was Trent’s, she pressed a button. She hoped it would lead her to the other rangers. “Hello… Can anyone hear me…” She hoped someone would hear her. “Trent... Conner… Ethan… Kira… is anyone there?” There was a crackle of static from the other end, followed by Dr. O voice. “Jezlyn, is that you?” “Dr. Oliver?” “Where’s Trent?” she heard Kira ask from the background. "Is Trent with you?" Dr. O asked. "No, I haven't talked to him since..." her voice trailed off. "Is he okay?" "Where is he?" Kira yelled. "I told you, I haven't seen him." She had hoped that Kira would learn to trust her, but it seemed that Kira couldn't stand her anymore now, than she did before. "The last time I saw him was just after we got out of Mesogog's lair." "But, that can't be," Conner said. "You just contacted us 10 minutes ago." "...what?" Jezlyn asked. "I didn't... how is that possible?" "Zeltrax," Dr. O replied. "Where are you?" "I'm in the park." ~+~+~ Zeltrax walked into Trent's cell, kicking him in the side. Trent's eyes opened slowly as Tyrannodrones bent down, picking him up. They held Trent between them, his head lolling from side to side. "Wake up, Ranger." Trent looked up at Zeltrax, glaring with all his might. "Time to extract the rest of your life force." The Tyrannodrones carried him down the hall and into the control room. Zeltrax ordered them to place him in the chair and Mesogog walked in. "Prepare the machine," Mesogog snarled. "Do you think he'll have enough life-force left to complete the power charge, my Lord?" Elsa asked, standing beside Mesogog as Zeltrax strapped Trent in. "He will have enough," Mesogog snarled and pressed the button. Trent was too weak to even grunt as his life-force was extracted. Jezlyn's clone stood in the doorway, watching with a grin on her face. Trent's head fell to the side, his eyes shut. Mesogog growled and turned the machine off. "Get him out of my sight," he ordered, glaring at the power meter. It barely reached three-fourths full. The Tyrannodrones unstrapped Trent and took him back to his cell. "We will have to find another source to finish the power charge." Mesogog looked at Elsa, then at Zeltrax. "Find me another source." Zeltrax and Elsa bowed, and then scurried off. ~+~+~ "Jezlyn," Dr. O called as he, Ethan, Conner, and Kira entered the park. "Dr. Oliver," Jezlyn replied, stepping out from behind a bush. She glanced at Kira, and then kept her eyes focused on Dr. O. “I’m -“ “Where’s Trent?” Kira asked. “I don’t know…” Jezlyn replied. “I was hoping I could help you find him.” “We’ll need all the help we can get,” Dr. O said, looking at Kira. “We don’t need her help.” Kira looked away from Dr. O. “But if you know something, then you need to tell us.” “I wish I did.” Jezlyn glanced at the ground as Kira walked away. ~+~+~ Trent opened his eyes slowly, pain flowing through his body. He rolled his head to the side, his hands bound before him. Lifting them sent a wave of pain flowing through his body, causing a moan to escape his lips. He closed his eyes a moment, and then looked around. Bars surrounded him as did two Tyrannodrones, one at each corner. Though moving his head cause him extreme pain, he rolled it back around to look at his hands. As he was about to close his eyes, a slight bulge in his pocket caught his attention. Fighting the pain, he lifted his hands, trying to stuff one into his pocket. He felt his fingers wrap around the antenna of his cell phone. With renewed vigor he pulled the cell phone from his pocket. He sighed seeing the phone had one bar. The Tyrannodrones grunted, tired from standing around. Trent worked quickly, or as quickly as he could with numb fingers. He typed a message to Kira, hoping she would get it. Footsteps echoed through the corridor, forcing him to type the message faster. As he hit the send button, the cell door was opened and the phone was snatched from his hands. Trent grunted as he looked up at Zeltrax. “Trying to call for help?” Zeltrax laughed slightly as he crushed the phone. Trent laid his head against the ground as Zeltrax threw down the crushed phone. “Just be glad the Master still has a use for you.” Zeltrax turned and walked out of the cell, slamming and locking the door behind him. Trent looked at the crushed pieces, hoping that Kira had gotten the message. ~+~+~ As they made their way back to the underground hideout, Kira and Jezlyn both felt something was wrong. Kira continuously pulled out her cell phone, like she was expecting a call and Jezlyn would stay by Kira’s side. “Are you two all right?” Dr. O asked. Before he could say anything else, Kira and Jezlyn raced off towards town. “What’s gotten into them?” Dr. O asked as they raced off after them. “Who knows,” Conner replied, slightly behind Dr. O. Kira and Jezlyn led them into town, and towards Trent’s Father’s building. They didn’t stop at the front door, slamming them open as they raced in and towards his office. The building was empty as they raced through corridors and finally stopped in front of his office. “Kira… Jezlyn,” Dr. O said as they finally stopped. “What are you two doing? We can’t be in here.” “We can’t explain it,” Jezlyn replied. “I know Trent was trying to contact me. He wanted us to come here,” Kira said, as she opened the office door. “There’s something that can help us save him.” Conner and Ethan looked at Dr. O in disbelief but followed her in. “So what are we looking for?” Conner asked sounding slightly annoyed. “Something out of the ordinary,” Jezlyn replied, making her way to the opposite side of the room. “Like us,” Ethan joked, looking around. They searched in silence for a few minutes before Jezlyn replied, “Like this.” She pointed to a swirling green vortex. “An Invisiportal? Why would one be here?” Conner asked. He looked at Dr. O hoping he could shed some light on this. “Who knows,” Dr. O said as he walked up next to Jezlyn, “but now we can get to Trent.” ~+~+~ Zeltrax shoved Trent down the hallway, his hands bound behind his back. He was stumbling slightly from the drain on his life force, but he knew that help would come. As Zeltrax led him closer to the main chamber, Trent began to fumble with his binds. A small piece of glass slid out from between his fingers. He held it firmly as he began to slice the rope. He slowed his pace, hoping to give himself more time, but Zeltrax only pushed him forward. As the main chamber came into sight, Trent worked faster, feeling the ropes begin to break. Stepping into the chamber, Mesogog wasn’t there. Trent glanced around to see if the Dino gems were in the room and see where the invisiportal was. He found the Dino gems, but couldn’t find the invisiportal. Taking the chance, he slit the ropes. Dropping the glass, he spun around and kicked Zeltrax away. Before he could run to the gems, Tyrannodrones swarmed into the room. He slowly cleared a path to the gems, but he could feel the fighting beginning to take its toll on him. His movements became slightly sluggish, but he managed to grab the gems. Before he could attempt to break through, Zeltrax kicked him in the jaw, sending him spinning to the ground. The gems slid from his grasp as he hit the ground, but he scrabbled to his feet and raced down a corridor. As he turned the corner the green glow of an invisiportal caught his attention. He raced towards it but was knocked down by a kick from a Tyrannodrone. Gritting his teeth, he climbed to his feet and knocked the Tyrannodrone out of his way and jumped into the invisiportal. He rolled out the other end of the Invisiportal and as he opened his eyes, Jezlyn hovered over him. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Well there it is. The third installment of PRDT. What do you think. Which Jezlyn do you think is hovering over him. Well you can leave your guesses and if for some reason I have a major insparation I might have Part 4 up in the next 3 days.

Well, I started on PRDT part 3, but I only got 2 pages typed up. I've hit a bit writer's block though. DM has hit a stand still, as have the rest of my stories. I think my Muse has offically stopped the little wheel. I think he stopped running a week ago or more. I'm trying though... I hope to add another page to PRDT pt 3 before I put it up but I might just add it how it is. I'm thinking about rewriting DM, cause I've been reading Lost Boy, and a Child called It, by David Pelzer. Those are really sad and DM runs along the lines of those books. So DM may disappear for awhile then return. Either way it's gonna get rewritten. 4 days till UB so I have 4 days to write that 3rd page and post it. I won't be able to do much writting at VU so if I don't get it posted in the next 4 days it will probably be August before it is posted. If anyone has an idea for DM or PRDT or any of my other stories just let me know. you can send me an e-mail at draqulyn@hotmail.com I try to check that everyday, or you can just leave a comment. Well I think I'm outta here for now.

Sorry it's been so long since I've updated, but I promise you, I'm working on one of my stories. Actually I started working on PRDT last night and used an idea that was given to me.... don't really remember who gave it to me, but thanks anyway. I'll try to get the third part completed then start working on Dyran's Misfortune, but I think I've hit a dead end on it. Well, we'll see what happens. And if you haven't read my other diaries: draqulyn and draqulynlee... my neck is swollen and I most likely have Cat Scratch Fever so yeah, my neck will be better in 4-6 months. Oh and school gets out in 2 weeks, on the 20th. So, I'll have about 2 weeks when school gets out to have time to write on my stories and then it's off to UB. Well I'm out... gotta watch Pretender

This is a story I started working on. *sighs* I know I have like 50 million stories started and none finished. Sorry. I'll finish one, one day. And to Beth, I'll try and write more of PRDT, but I'm having a major writers block. I actually wrote this awhile ago and I'm just now putting it up. Enjoy. ~~~~~~~~~ A blonde-haired girl looked over a young seal pup. At her side stood a young black dragon she had named Drajah, and a snow-white tiger she had named Leiko. The merchants warned her not to buy young demons, but the older ones; however, she had persisted and each merchant had caved, selling her the little mongrels. When she had first laid eyes on Leiko, she could tell the young cub was special; he had been eager to earn her glance. Drajah, however, had been hidden behind his mother and didn’t want to leave. He didn’t seem to like humans and one that was going to separate him from his mother well he wouldn’t have it. Snap, every time she looked at his luminous blue orbs he would snap his jaws. However, she had convinced him he wasn’t going to be harmed and he went, though mother wasn’t happy. She looked up from the seal pup as it squeaked in her arms and shook her head. She handed it back to the trader and thanked him for his time. “No problem, Teigra,” he replied, placing the pup with its mother. She simply snapped her fingers and the young animals followed her to the next trader. As she came upon the last boat that was docked, she noticed only a single cage. She was about to leave when her gut told her otherwise and she realized she had better check it out. The cage had a large blanket draped over it. She stopped just short of the cage as ragged breathing reached her ears. As she grasped the blanket, the trader raced up to her. “I’m sorry ma’am. He’s not for sale.” “I just want a look,” Teigra replied, pulling at the blanket. “Ma’am, he is vicious. He killed two of my men.” But that didn’t stop her as she jerked the covering away. Inside the cage lay a medium-sized wolf, but she knew it wasn’t a wolf but a relative. The ears stopped and curved back, the fangs curved over the lower jaw, and its front legs were more deadly than a dragon’s talons. The creature was a Garular, a swift and deadly predator. She was surprised the captain hadn’t lost more men capturing it. Looking closely at its side, she realized why its breathing was shallow; a small shaft was plunged into its ribs, probably penetrating the lung. She looked at the captain. “How much?” “I said-“ “How much?” “He is all ready sold.” “To who?” “That is classi-“ “Who? And how much?” “Cargan, for 20,000 Egas. He said he would pick the beast up later.” The captain grabbed the cloth from her and made to cover the cage. “This Garular is injured. There is a shaft in its side.” She grabbed the large, gray cloth and threw it to the ground. “Or are you blind?” The captain didn’t answer, but looked at the ground. “I will pay you double for this creature.” The man looked up shocked but shook his head, no. “He needs treatment.” “I’m sorry, but he is not mine to sell. You must see Cargan.” “When would he be back?” “Mid-day. At Noon. Before our departure.” “Don’t let him leave till I-“ “Let who leave,” asked a man in his thirties. His brown hair gleamed in the sun as he stopped before them. “Cargan,” she whispered, looking at him. “How much for this Garular?” “Oh. I’m sorry, he’s-“ “How much?” He shook his head, sighing. “Don’t make me ask again.” She glared at him, the young creatures at her sides growling. “Intimidation won’t work. That Garular is mine. No amount will-“ “50,000 Egas. I won’t take no for an answer.” She placed her hands before her as if she were going to pray. He opened his mouth to reply, but stopped as clouds covered the sun. He looked around confused, then glanced down at the Garular and back to Teigra. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to get my Garular inside before it rains.” He snapped his fingers and 3 men prepared to move the Garular. She threw her hands down in frustration and blocked his path. “This Garular is hurt, or do you not see?” “Well, that is to be exp-“ No! If you had known he was hurt before you paid and left this morning, you would have had him treated.” The clouds overhead began to rumble with thunder. The Garular lifted his head slightly, looking up, and then over to Teigra and Cargan. “He is going to be treated,” Cargan replied, hoping it would calm the girl. “After we have him moved inside.” “He needs to be treated here,” she yelled, jabbing her finger towards the ground. Drajah and Leiko cowered at her side, startled by the thunder and their mistress’ anger. “Moving him could make the injury worse.” “Injury or not, he is mine. What I do with him is my business. Now get lost before I have you deported.” Cargan’s men made for the cage but were stopped when the latch on the cage suddenly dropped away. Teigra looked at them, eyes glowing as the latch fell. Glancing at Cargan, he was flung back by a gust of wind and she passed him, heading towards the cage. Reaching the cage, her eyes stopped glowing and she entered slowly. Kneeling beside the Garular, she laid her hand upon his side, her other hand gripping the shaft. He growled as she pulled the shaft out, ripping some of his skin away. He looked at her with soulful, amethyst eyes as she threw the shaft aside. “It’s all right,” she said, rubbing his side. “You’re going to be all right.” She rubbed his back softly as she pulled a cloth from a pocket insider her cloak. Setting the cloth aside, she checked his wound. “A lot of blood loss,” she said, mostly to herself, “but no serious injury.” She looked up at Cargan, then at Drajah and Leiko. “Get me some water, Drajah.” The little dragon raced off, Leiko following. “Now that he’s been treated, will you leave?” Cargan asked crossing his scrawny arms. Teigra simply shook her head and watched for Drajah and Leiko. The young creatures came racing back, a waterskin in Leiko’s jaws. Leiko stopped short of the cage, tossing the water inside the cage. “Thank you,” she replied, reaching for the waterskin. Wrapping her fingers around it, she ripped the cap off and flushed the wound. Capping the waterskin, she set it aside. She grabbed the cloth, and with Garular standing, tied it around his chest. “What will it take to make you leave?” Cargan asked, finally brushing the dirt off his slacks. “Give Garular to me. Otherwise you come and handle him.” She sat beside the young Garular, her hands in her lap. The Garular’s tongue was hanging out slightly and he seemed to be perfectly fine now. “Well, are you going to or not?” Cargan looked at her, then walked forward slowly. “Catching a Garular is a marvelous feet, but to gain their trust is the ultimate prize.” He stopped just outside the cage as the Garular stood, growling. “And this one has clearly chosen who his friend is.” She stood and he silenced, allowing her to pass. She pulled a pouch from her belt and handed it to him. “A pleasure.” He made to stop the Garular from leaving, but thought otherwise at the size of his teeth. Cargan looked up the road to Teigra as she climbed atop a donkey with paws, instead of hooves. He watched as she rode out of sight Leiko, Drajah, and the young Garular following slightly behind. Chapter 1 Growth Spurt Drajah stood a league from the camp, his bat-like wings folded at his side. Large prints lead back to camp, the snow settling in them. He lifted his large head towards the sky, stars sparkling in his blue eyes. There was no moon, but the stars provided all the light he needed. Flakes of snow fell around his face, melting as they landed upon his broad, black body. The sound of paws running towards him made him uneasy. Snapping his head in the direction of the sound he saw Leiko making his way towards him, following his tracks. Drajah snorted and glanced back at the moonless sky. He heard Leiko stop running and walking to his side. “What is it, brother?” he asked, his voice gruff and deep. Leiko didn’t answer right away, but sat at his side and watched the stars. Drajah grumbled, looking back at the stars. “Teigra is resting. I was wondering where you had gone.” Leiko’s voice was soft and innocent sounding. His words were always light and airy. He looked at Drajah and asked, “What is our purpose? Why are we here?” “You’re asking me,” Drajah asked, his deep voice rumbling into laughter. “You’ve always been the smart one, Leiko. What makes you think I would know?” “I’m not as bright as you think, Drajah.” Leiko sighed, glancing at the ground. “I’m smart because I appear to be. You’re smarter because you think before you speak. I thought you might have thought about our purpose.” “Leiko, our purpose his hidden, but sometimes it’s open to us. Our purpose here and now… to protect Teigra. Next year… we won’t know until then.” Drajah looked back to the stars. “Do you know why I come out here by myself?” Leiko shook his head and glanced at the stars. “It gives me a chance to think about things and imagine all the possibilities… and get away from you.” Leiko growled, shoving him playfully. “Come on.” Leiko turned from his brother and headed back to camp. Drajah sat up slowly and watched him leave. He sighed, looked at the moonless sky, and stood to follow Leiko’s small paw prints. Teigra sat atop her Jehonk, her long blonde hair draping down her back and hanging slightly over her shoulder. The young white tiger cub stood, wavering beside the old Jehonk. The cub’s eyes drooped slightly, snapping open when the Jehonk’s tail slapped into the side of his neck.

Crestant Moon and Burning Stars Out of the darkness which thou art born Midnight fur and Moonlit eyes With the ability to escape And the strength to fight Moon rise high, stars burn bright Bring this creature out of night With your power giver her life Awaken her restless soul Awaken her mind Let all hell break loose Moonlit eyes peered down upon the street below, appearing but a shadow to any who may look up. She smiled slowly watching the horse drawn carriages pass. Rising swiftly, she stood upon her hind legs, her razor nailed fingers grasping the air slowly. Her head snapped to the side, biting at her shoulder, black, silver stripped fur covering every inch of her body. The thudding of wood upon concrete caused her to whip around, allowing her long, slender tail to dangle over the edge. Before her stood a young boy, blonde hair luminated by the moon. His blue eyes reflected her image, but she saw the faint tinge of fear in those blue eyes. Stepping closer the boy stepped back. As the boy started to turn, she vanished from her spot, reappearing behind the turning boy. He fell back, shocked by her sudden appearance. Opening his mouth to scream as she leaned closer, no sound escaped his throat. He felt the pop of his skin, as her teeth pierced his neck. She pulled back quickly allowing the boy to grab his neck, blood staining his fingers slowly. Looking up at her fearfully, he removed his hand, the blood gone, but a small scar upon his neck, where she had bitten him. He tried to stand, but his legs were weak and he fell back. Feeling his arm bulge, nearly ripping apart, he grabbed his arm. He opened his mouth to scream but he couldn’t find his voice. Blue eyes shifted, slanting slightly as his nose and mouth lengthened to a snout, blonde fur spreading from his head down his body. His fingers became slender, but strong, long razor claws sprouting from them. He tossed about wildly as his muscles bulged. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “It’ll be over soon.” A long tail sprouted, covering immediately with blonde fur. He groaned, his body complete with the transformation. He lay upon the roof at her feet breathing hair. As she leaned beside him, his chest pounded covered by his ripped gray shirt. “Come along, boy.” She placed her fingers under his chin, pulling up slowly. His hind legs planted under him, he rose almost without trying, standing upon powerful, blonde hind legs. She leaned close, kissing his cheek softly. “You,” she said, purring into his cat ear, “will be my groom.” He looked at her, then licked her cheek softly, as if nothing would please him more.

A brown, black back stripped, black tail cat walked slowly through the trees. He lowered his wet, black nose to the ground and sniffed as he continued to walk. His head swayed side to side slightly as he sniffed. His tracks were soon over walked by his master, walking behind him with a dark green elven cloak, hood pulled up, covering his face. The large cat led his master through the woods following his nose, every once going in a circle. Finally coming to the edge of the forest and the road to the town. His master leaned down, patted the cat atop his large head, then they made their way towards the town. They came to the door of an inn called ‘The Black Cat’. The master opened the door, allowed the cat in first, and then followed after. Upon closing the door, the person lowered his hood; long sandy-brown hair fell from the hood, blue-hazel eyes shown in the candlelight of the tavern/inn. She had elven ears and a fair beautiful face. She made her way over to a dark, shadowed corner. She sat at the table as the cat laid under the table, and she leaned her chair against the wall. Her gaze fell upon the bartender, cautiously making his way over to her. He stopped in front of her table and stared at her slightly shaking. “I-I-I-I ask you to ta-ta-take that beast ou-ou-outside,” he stuttered, pointing under the table at the word beast. “And what are you gonna do if I don’t remove him?” she asked, her voice soft, a slight edge added. When he didn’t reply she asked, “Do you know who I am?” He nodded shakily. “Then you know what I am capable of, correct?” He nodded again. “Good, then leave me alone, unless you wanna taste.” She narrowed her eyes slightly as he turned around quickly and practically ran back to the bar. Ever since the tale of Frodo and the ring, bartenders didn’t seem to trust Rangers and Rouges, or anyone for that matter. Even though it had been 15 years to the day of Frodo’s expedition. Some customers were even asked to leave, as she had been instructed to do with her large cat. She pulled a small bottle from her cloak and set it atop the table as the everyday visitors continued on with there merry words and stories. As she pulled the cap from the bottle and raised it to her lips a pair of men walked up to her table. She took a drink and set the bottle back atop the table. “May I help you?” she sneered. “Yes, you can remove that disgusting beast from the inn,” said the tall, lean, shaggy-brown haired, brown-eyed man pointing under the table. “You can insult me all you want,” she said her temper flaring fast, a low growl erupting from under the table; she slammed her hands on the table causing the bottle to jump and everyone to become silent and stare at them as she pushed herself up from the table. “But never…insult…my cat.” She glared at him as he stepped back slightly. “Do I make myself crystal clear?” “You don’t fri…” he started but just as quickly as he started to say something, she grabbed his throat, spun him around and slammed him on the table. The back of his head connected with the bottle, shattering it into a million pieces, the liquid spilling onto the table; she gripped his throat tightly as she glared at his friend who was sneaking away. Blood began to spill onto the table as she released him. “Come boy.” She made her way to the other side of the table and snapped her fingers. The large cat rose and followed his mistress. As she passed the bartender she whispered, “Sorry about the mess.” She then opened the door, raised her hood, and followed the cat out. “Come, Loki, we must find Reion…before it’s too late.” She hurried off, out of town, Loki on her heels. ~~~~~~ An elf with long blonde hair, blue eyes and a fair beautiful face walked towards ‘The Black Cat’ followed by a short, squat, red haired, red bearded dwarf. “Why are we coming here again? Please remind me, my Elf Friend,” asked the dwarf as they stopped at the door. “Cause Gimli,” said the elf, looking down at the dwarf and placing his hand on the door handle. “We have been asked by Aragorn, the King of Gondor, to check out the disturbance a Ranger has been causing.” He started to turn the handle as the dwarf spoke again. “Well, I still don’t understand, Legolas. Why can’t someone else handle this problem?” he asked, shaking his head. “Cause, Gimli, this Ranger is an elf, and that would make it harder for someone to catch her,” he answered slightly annoyed by his friend. He turned the knob and walked in, making their way to the bartender. They each took a seat at the bar as the bartender walked up to them. “What can I get you?” he asked, slightly leaning on the bar. “Yes, can you tell us anything about an Elf Ranger?” Legolas asked. “What can I tell you?” he said, a slight edge to his voice. Then he repeated the question slightly raising his voice, “What can I tell you?! She nearly killed one of my customers!” “She?! It’s a she-elf?!” asked Gimli. “Yes,” said Legolas, slightly batting his hand at Gimli to tell him to be quiet. “Can you tell us which way she went?” “I don’t rightly know. She just walked out and by the time I stepped out she was gone,” he answered slamming his hand down on the bar, letting his frustration out. “Come Gimli,” said Legolas, turning quickly. “We must find her before more innocent people are hurt.” They hurried out the door before the bartender could warn them about her large cat. “Even if they manage to catch her,” he said to himself looking at the door. “Her cat will protect her.” Legolas hopped atop his horse, Arod, and pulled Gimli up behind him. “Pick a direction, my Dwarf Friend.” “That way,” Gimli answered pointing to the road that led to the next town. Legolas urged to horse forward and tore off down the road. The next town was only an hour’s ride away, but if she had already left then she could be anywhere. She could have easily have stolen a horse and road off towards Gondor, Rohan, or Rivendale, though Legolas doubted that the neither Elves, nor Aragorn would take her in. ~~~~~~ She made her way through town and towards a stable. She walked up the path cautiously, and then entering the barn she shut the door quietly behind her. Horses of every color greeted her. Many brown, gray, white, and red horses but none of them looked fit enough to make a long journey in a matter of days, then flee if need be if she were sought after. She then came to the last stall and her eyes fell upon a jet-black horse with a white mane. A really rare color for a horse and he looked exceptionally strong. She opened the stall slowly and walked in; upon entering the horse reared up and nayed loudly. “Easy boy,” she said. She grabbed the reins from the wall, along with the saddle and set them atop a bail of hay next to him. The horse reared up again. She then started to hum a song that always calmed her when she was angry or upset. As she continued to hum, then horse lowered back to the ground and snorted, tossing his head up and down. He then took a few steps towards her, rubbing his nose against her stomach as she continued to hum. She then strapped the saddle and reins on, continuing to hum as she climbed atop him. “Ah-ya.” He tapped his sides gently, urging him forward out of the stall, and out of the barn. He tore out the doors, and out of town. She whistled and was followed quickly by Loki. ~~~~~~ Legolas and Gimli road into town and followed the main street for a few minutes, until they came upon a man yelling about his stolen horse. “What’s wrong?” Legolas asked, stopping Arod in front of the man. “Somebody stole my black stallion,” cried the man. “She’s got a horse,” said Gimli, “now we won’t catch her.” “Don’t despair, my Dwarf Friend, we will catch her,” Legolas answered. “Then you know who’s stolen my horse?” asked the man. “Yes, we are trying to catch her. She’s a Ranger and she has been causing a lot of trouble,” Legolas answered. “When you catch her,” he stated, “I want my horse back.” “Aye, sir,” said Legolas, then urging Arod forward, tore out of town and off to the next town, Engolar. ~~~~~~ The black stallion tore through the trees and came out at the base of a castle. “Good work, Drego,” she said patting his neck as she stopped him. She then walked him forward, across the platform and into the castle. Upon entering she halted him and hopped off. As she looked up she was greeted by an elf with black hair and dark skin. “Reion,” she said bowing low before him. “Drakel,” he said, a smile spread across his face as he placed his hands on her shoulders and raised her up. “How are you?” He turned; standing side-by-side with her, wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her to the stairs, and up. “I’m good, but I can’t help feeling that someone is searching for me, M’lord,” she said, admitting her fears to him. “You would be correct in your assumptions. Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of the Mirkwood Elves,” he raised his voice at Legolas’ name, “is searching for you along with his companion Gimli, son of Gloin!” “What am I to do about him?” “Kill him! And his companion!” Reion stated; neither mercy nor regret could be heard in his voice. “But why is he searching for me, M’lord?” Drakel asked confused. “Obviously your actions are unliked by the peoples of Middle-Earth. He has been asked to capture you. But beware,” he said, his voice now soft and mysterious, “he is a skilled archer and even if you kill him, he has friends in high places. Namely the King of Gondor, Aragorn, Son of Arathorn; he is sure to come to his friends aid.” They stopped at the top of the stairs, Reion turning to face her. “Join up with him,” he said, as if he had just got the idea. “Pretend you are looking for the Woman Ranger also. Help him. Get close to him. Then when he least expects it, Kill him!” “Yes, M’lord,” she said bowing, then turning she walked back down the stairs. She walked over to Drego, hopped on, and urged him out of the castle and back towards town, Loki following close behind. Using her magic she changed her hair to blonde, eyes to green, and Drego to dark brown, his mane still white. ‘Now no one will recognize me,’ she thought as she raced closer to town. “But, I’m afraid, Loki is a dead give away.” ~~~~~~ Legolas and Gimli rode into Engolar, Legolas leading Arod to the nearest Tavern. “We’ve searched all day, Master Elf. The sun is going to rest and we won’t find her in the dark,” Gimli said, hopping down from Arod as Legolas halted the horse. “I’m afraid you’re right, Master Dwarf. We must rest here tonight, then continue our search tomorrow,” he answered, hopping from Arod also. He sighed heavily as they entered the Tavern. “How may I help you, Masters?” asked the Tavern owner. “We need stalling for a horse and a room for ourselves,” Legolas answered. As the owner was about to turn and leave, the door opened and a She-Elf walked in with blonde hair and green eyes. “Ummm, excuse me, could I get a room and a stall for my horse?” she asked the owner. “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll have someone place both of the horses in a stall.” He then turned and left, heading into the back. She then glanced at the Blonde Elf and short Dwarf at the counter. She nodded slightly, and then walked over to a table sitting in the shadows. Legolas stared at her, slightly attracted. He sighed and smiled heavenly. Gimli looked up and snorted, trying to get Legolas’s attention. He then grumbled about elves and Legolas looked at him. “Yes?” “Don’t get distracted, my friend,” Gimli warned. “What?” “I saw how you were looking at her. Remember, we are after a She-Elf and she could be that She-Elf. Don’t get distracted.” Gimli snorted and glared at him. “Excuse me, I’ll show you to your rooms, now,” the Tavern owner said, as he leaned over the counter. He then walked out from behind it and called to the lady. “M’lady, your room is ready.” She stood slowly and walked over to him. “This way.” He led them to a staircase and up. Legolas couldn’t help but sigh and stare slightly at the She-Elf. He knew what Gimli said was true, she could be the Ranger they were looking for, but he didn’t want it to be so. She looked too beautiful and he sensed that she was nice, but he also sensed something else about her. “What?” she asked, when she realized he was staring at her. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said as they reached the top of the stairs and they were led to their rooms. “M’lady, you’ll be staying here. M’lord, your rooms is the next one. Enjoy your stay and sleep well.” He then turned. “Excuse me, have you had any news about the Woman Ranger? Has she been seen lately?” she asked before he left. “No…” the owner answered. “We are looking for her,” Legolas answered before the owner could finish. “Maybe they can help you.” He then turned and left, heading back down the stairs. “Really?” she asked, interested. “Yes, we’re looking for her, but haven’t had any luck in finding her yet,” Legolas answered. “I was looking for her too, she seems to have given me the slip, yet again. May I ask your names, M’lords?” “I am Legolas of the Woodland Elves and this is Gimli son of Gloin.” She gasped slightly at their names. “I-I-I-I’ve heard great things about you two. How you helped save Middle-Earth in the fight against Sauron.” She said covering quickly. “What is your name, M’lady?” She was silent as she thought. ‘No one knows my name, do they? I’ll have to take a chance.’ “Drakel. Pleased to meet you, M’lords.” “Well, if you’ll excuse us, M’lady, we really need our rest,” said Gimli cutting in. “Legolas.” He eyed his friend slightly, and then headed to their room. “Goodnight, M’lady,” said Legolas as he bowed and followed his friend. “Goodnight, M’lord,” she said slightly sighing as her mind finally registered how much she was attracted to him.

Black hair swished around the corner. A young girl ran quickly, her long black hair trailing behind her. She dashed into a room on the left, closing the door quickly behind her. A young boy ran by, a trail of papers fluttering into the hall. He stopped suddenly, his short, sandy-blonde hair falling in front of his deep sea-green eyes. As the boy looked around, the girl peered out through the window, her blue eyes shining in the light. The boy stopped looking around suddenly, feeling a pair of eyes staring at him. As he was about to open the door, the girl dashed out, slamming him into the wall. She dashed down the hall, as the boy slowly climbed back to his feet and gave chase. The girl dashed into a big open room, hiding behind a rather large appliance. She glanced around it as the boy dashed into the room, sliding to a halt. He peered around quickly, and then spotting the faint glimmer of her blue eyes, he dashed to the appliance and tackled her to the ground. They rolled about the ground, his hands tangled in her hair, her arms wrapped tightly about his muscular abdomen. They giggled loudly as the lights were flicked on and eight large, muscular men walked into the room. They moved quickly, pulling the boy from the girl, holding him slightly above the ground. Three men held the girl, quickly placing a blindfold over her eyes. “Put me down,” the boy yelled as he was held firmly between two of the stronger men, one man at on each arm. He kicked his feet violently as he yelled, “Put me down!” nearly bagging the man standing behind him. A tall man pulled out a small pack, his red hair falling in front of his brown eyes. He opened the pack quickly; revealing a stash of needles and a bottle containing an eerie, murky, gray liquid. The boy froze, limp in their arms. “Night,” the redhead said, sticking the needle in the cap of the bottle, filling the needle with 3 cc of the liquid. “Sleep tight, Dom.” He handed the pack to another man, and made his way over to the boy. “No,” Dom said as the guy on his left pulled his sleeve up, exposing his scrawny but muscular arm. He saw them fill another needle, plunging it in the girls arm. “Please,” he pleaded, but they would listen and stuck the needle into his arm. He felt the liquid course through his arm, racing towards his brain. His head drooped slightly as they placed the girl over the redhead’s shoulder. As he fell into a deep sleep, they tossed him over the redhead’s other shoulder. Six men returned to their posts as the redhead took the teenagers to their beds. She was woken up the next morning by her friend as she pushed her gently in the shoulder. She looked at her friend sleepily; her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her green eyes full of worry. “What were you doing, Ebony?” her friend asked. “Nothing, don’t worry,” Ebony replied, brushing it off. “Don’t tell me not to worry about you, Ebony,” she snarled angrily. “Leika, I’m sorry. Dom and I were just playing around,” she replied climbing out of bed quickly. She gave her friend a hug and replied, “I’m sorry.” Pushing away, Leika looked at the clock mounted on the white stonewall. “Class,” she said simply and began to dress. Ebony turned from her, starting to dress, but something else was on her mind. “Kelvin is equal to *C + 273.15 …” an old man continued, standing in front of a blackboard, scribbling down notes for his class. Ebony looked up from her notes as the teacher continued. She glanced to Leika on her right. She was sitting beside a young boy with brown hair. Turning back to her left, her eyes fell on Dom. He had his fingers entwined in hers, glancing at her out of the corner of his sea-green eyes. He leaned to her, kissing her lightly on the cheek. “Are you all right?” he whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes, nodding.

This computer is really gay and won't let me look at my other diary, so i'm gonna do my personal update here, for today. All I have to say... I miss GARRETT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right now I would do anything to have him back. I miss him that much. Well, I'm gonna go. Bout time to leave. PS. A note to the person who asked, Garrett was my exboy/f. I broke up with him and now I regret it.

Thank you for commenting on my story. And who ever thinks I should be an Author, I'm flattered. If you would like to talk about my stories and would actually like to leave a longer comment, email me at draqulyn@hotmail.com. I check it as often as I can and I always try to reply. Well, I'm working on my stories and I hope to get more of PRDT up soon.

here's another story that I'm writting. This makes like fifty. I was gonna put up a thought that Trisha, Justine and I had for Phone Booth 2, but that's alright, I dont' feel like it. Oh, and I'm still working on Dyran's Misfortune. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A young girl walked up the stairs slowly, the mail in her hands. She flipped through it casually, but stopped on an envelope that had Africa in the return address. She ripped it open, reading it quickly. A big smile on her face, she raced up the stairs, into her dorm room, and slammed the door, scaring her roommate. “Wha-what is it?” her roommate asked, turning around quickly. “We got it, Jez. We’re going next week,” she replied, holding the letter up. “We’re going? Like, really going, Draq?” she asked, running forward, taking the letter. “Yes. They’ve bought the plane tickets,” she replied as the letter was taken from her hands. She watched as Jezlyn read the letter for herself, a big smile spreading across her lips. “It’s a dream come true,” she said as Jez finished reading the letter and looked up. “A year in Africa,” Jez said, setting the letter aside. Draqulyn grabbed her backpack, looking at Jezlyn as her watch sounded 8 o’clock. “Professor Fernandez’s class. We’re gonna be late.” They both raced out of the dorm room, backpacks in hand, both saying, “I can’t believe it.” Draqulyn and Jezlyn climbed off the plane slowly, looking around. The letter had said someone would be waiting for them. Looking around, a sign caught their eyes. It read: Draqulyn Satona and Jezlyn Thilmar They raced over to the sign holder. “That’s us,” Draqulyn said as they stopped before the guy. “My name is Lebo. I will take you to the Safari Hut,” he replied turning around and leading them to a jeep. “What do you think of Africa so far?” He started the jeep and pulled off. “It’s hot,” Jezlyn replied, pulling at the neck of her shirt. “It’ll only get hotter.” He turned the jeep onto a bumpy dirt road. “So what exactly will we be doing?” Draqulyn asked. “You’ll accompany me and some other men on routine checks. Check the animals health.” He turned the jeep off the road. “You may even help us catch a few poachers.” Jezlyn looked at Draqulyn, grimacing a bit. “Poachers?” “Sounds fun,” Draqulyn replied quickly. “Not fun, necessary.” Lebo stopped the jeep in front of a rather large Hut. “Here we are.” He climbed out of the jeep, followed by Draq and Jez. “This way.” He opened the door, walking in. He spoke in his own language, chuckling as he walked away, heading into another room. “Wait here.” Draqulyn and Jezlyn each sat down slowly. Jez looked at Draqulyn, kind of worried as Lebo exited, closing the door. As she was about to say something, an elderly man entered the room. He spoke in his language, confusing them. “Oh, sorry,” he said, switching to English, mid-sentence. “Natural Language. What might your names be?” “I’m Jezlyn Thilmar and this is my friend, Draqulyn Satona,” Jezlyn replied. “Ahhh, the young college students – here for the safari training.” Draqulyn nodded. “I’m Mohammad Lana-ma-le.” Draqulyn looked at Jezlyn and giggled. “I suppose Lebo told you a bit of what you will be doing?” “Will we really be on the searches to catch Poachers?” Jezlyn asked. “Yes, but you will not help in the captures, unless you want to of course,” he replied. “No,” Jezlyn replied, as Draqulyn agreed, startling Mohammad. “If you’ll excuse me. Lebo will show you to your quarters. Have a good day.” He walked back out the door he came in, closing it behind him. “This way,” Lebo said as Jez and Draq walked out. As they walked out of the Hut, Lebo pointed off to the left. “The market is over there. You can get cloths from her, Ms. Sabella.” He pointed just north of the market. An elderly woman was standing outside her hut, hanging cloths up on a line, blankets draped on racks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ what do you think, and don't forget to check out PRDT part 2

here's the other half of the story. I'm trying o write more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Oh, yes. I spoke to you over the phone. I’m Haley,” Haley said standing up from the tabling and reaching out to shake Jezlyn’s hand. “When can you start?” “Today?” Jezlyn replied. “Good, follow me.” Haley made her way from behind the desk and led Jezlyn back up front. “Trent, could you show Jezlyn what to do?” “Sure,” he said standing behind the bar, handing someone their drink. “All you have to do is…” “Hey, Trent,” Conner called as he, Kira, and Ethan made their way in. “Oh, hey guys.” He then turned to Jezlyn. “Just one second.” He walked out from behind the counter and over to them. “What’s up?” “We’re going looking for the Orange Ranger,” Ethan whispered. “I thought Dr. O told you not to go looking for him.” He then looked at Conner. “Conner?” “We can’t just sit around forever, can we?” Conner replied. “Kira?” Trent asked, hoping she would side with him. “Sorry, Trent. They’re willing to help me get my gem back.” She sighed. “Besides, Trent, you have no room to talk. You told Conner not to and what did you do?” Ethan reminded Trent. “Ok, whatever. You’re doing this on your own.” Trent then turned around to walk away. “Oh, and I’ll… I’ll have to tell Dr. O.” “I thought he would help us,” Ethan said as they turned to leave. Conner stayed a moment, watching Trent as he showed Jezlyn what to do. “Looks like Trent has a girlfriend,” he said following them out. “Like this?” she asked, pouring the drink slowly. “Yeah,” he said standing back watching her. He chuckled a bit as she set the bottle down, and his smile turned to a frown. “What’s wrong?” “Oh, it’s nothing.” “I may not know you well, but I can always tell when someone is feeling bad. Is it your friends?” Trent looked at her and smiled, smirking a bit. “Yeah, sorta.” He breathed out deeply and pushed off the counter he was leaning on. “They’re doing something stupid and I can’t talk them out of it.” “Well,” she said, walking towards him. “It seems your friends can take care of themselves.” “Yeah, but…” he trailed off, then smiled. “I guess your right.” He glanced at the customer standing at the bar. “You going to serve him, or not?” She giggled and turned around. “What can I get you?” Trent watched as she helped the man, but he couldn’t help but think the way she moved and the way she talked seemed really familiar. He shrugged it off, grabbed a notepad, and made his way around to take orders. ~+~+~ Trent was showing Jezlyn around the town, not a week later. They were walking out of the Cyber Café, after work, holding hands. Conner, Ethan, and Kira where sitting a block away as they waked out. “You know, the Orange Ranger hasn’t showed up once since she moved here,” Conner said picking up a sandwich. “Yeah, what are you trying to say?” Kira asked. She eyed Conner as he took a bite of his sandwich. “Isn’t that a little odd,” Ethan said, before Conner could try, spitting out his sandwich. “Maybe the Orange Ranger’s hiding low. Trying to trick us into getting comfortable.” She looked at Trent and Jezlyn as they walked out of view. “Trent could have tried that when he was evil.” She had pulled her cup of coffee to her lips to muffle her voice. Trent and Jezlyn were walking towards the park. As they entered the park, Jezlyn turned to Trent. She smiled and turned away as he looked at her. Trent looked away from her, looking off to the side. As Jezlyn was about to say something, the Tyrannodrones showed up. Trent stepped in front of Jezlyn to protect her. “Watch out.” The Tyrannodrones circled them, swinging their spiked hands about. Trent was about to attack one, when another attacked him from the side, kicking him away from Jezlyn. He rolled to his back, hand to his side. Two Tyrannodrones grabbed Jezlyn as he climbed to his feet. He raced forward, knocking them away from Jezlyn. “Are you…” he started to ask as the Tyrannodrones grabbed him, pulling him away from her. He tensed up trying to pull his arms from their grasp, but got knocked in the stomach. “I’m fine Trent,” she said, standing with a Tyrannodrone at her side, “but you are not.” She morphed into the Orange Ranger. “Jezlyn…” he said, shocked. He was pushed to his knees by a punch to his stomach. “Why?” “Why? Because my Master orders it.” She eyed him, circling slowly. “And I’m sure, he’d love to see you again, Trent.” She nodded to the Tyrannodrones and they disappeared into an invisiportal. ~+~+~ “Have you guys seen Trent?” Dr. O asked as Kira, Ethan, and Conner walked down the stairs. “He was with Jezlyn,” Kira replied, flopping down on the couch. “I can’t find him on the computer. I lost him about an hour ago.” “That was when he left the Cyber Café with Jezlyn and headed to the park,” Conner said, sitting next to Kira. “Well, we can find Trent later,” Ethan said, looking at the screen. “The Orange Ranger’s back.” He looked at Dr. O, then back at the screen. “Uh, Dr. O. There’s Trent.” Dr. O glanced at the screen, the Orange Ranger standing in the middle of town, Tyrannodrones circling about. Among the Tyrannodrones, Trent was tied to a lamppost, a cloth about his mouth. “Come on, guys. Let’s go.” ~+~+~ “Hello, Rangers,” Jezlyn said as Conner, Ethan, and Dr. O raced up, morphed, Kira following behind. “Come to save your friend.” Trent snorted as Jezlyn walked towards them. “Hand him over,” Dr. O ordered, pulling the Bracio Staff out. “How about we make a little deal. Your gems… for his life.” She stopped in front of the Tyrannodrones. “Never,” Conner replied. “Then I guess he doesn’t mean that much to you.” “Wait,” Kira said, stepping forward as Jezlyn was about to order the Tyrannodrones to destroy Trent. “Trent means more to our team, than you could ever understand.” “What are you suggesting, Yellow Ranger?” “Kira,” Trent yelled, his voice muffled. The Tyrannodrone at his side pulled the spike on his hand up to Trent’s throat, hissing. “I’m not suggesting anything. I’m just saying, you could never understand how much Trent means to our team. We won’t give up, without a fight.” “Ready,” Conner said, looking at Ethan. “Super Dino Mode.” Conner, Ethan, and Dr. O went into Super Dino Mode. “Get them,” Jezlyn said, pointing at the Rangers. She walked over to Trent, removing the cloth from his mouth. “How many Rangers does it take to defeat me?” “You won’t get away with this, Jezlyn,” Trent snapped. She grabbed his jaw, shaking his head. “Wrong. Not only will I get away with this, but I’ll also have your friends Dino Gems by the time this is all over.” Trent jumped up, trying to kick her away, but she grabbed his leg, and grabbed his throat, slamming his knees into his chest. He gasped as she tightened her grip on his throat. “Now, now, Trent. Be good, and you’ll live.” She smacked his cheek softly, and then released him. Trent shrank down a bit, and sighed. The Tyrannodrones threw Conner, Ethan, and Dr. O back. Dr. O used his Bracio staff to fend off the Tyrannodrones, Conner used his Tyrano staff to fight off the Tyrannodrones, and Ethan used his Tricera shield to knock the Tyrannodrones away. Kira raced forward, trying to make her way to Trent. Jezlyn stepped before her, blocking her path. “Where are you going, Kira,” Jezlyn asked, pulling the Tigra Whip from her side, and snapping it before Kira. Kira stepped back startled, glancing at Trent. “Kira. Don’t,” Trent yelled. “Shut up,” Jezlyn yelled, snapping her whip back, it wrapping around Trent’s throat. “Hey,” Kira snapped, dashing forward and kicking Jezlyn in the head, knocking her to the side. “I’m your opponent, not him.” Kira dashed forward, grabbing Jezlyn by the arm, and flinging her away. Jezlyn rebounded, landing on her feet. She pulled the Drago sword out; cutting it threw the air, and sending the arrows at Kira. An arrow hit Kira, flinging her back. She landed on her back, doubling over, falling unconscious. Her legs hit the ground, rolling to her side. Jezlyn walked towards Trent, pulling the whip from his neck. “Leave her alone,” Trent cried as Jezlyn started to walk towards Kira. Jezlyn turned back around, pointing the Drago Sword at him. “You are in no position to give me orders.” She then proceeded to Kira, picking her up by the hair. She grabbed the back of Kira’s shirt, and flung her at the other rangers. Hitting them square on, she caused them to fall back. “What do you say now, Rangers? Hand over your gems and no one dies.” Conner and Ethan kneeled, holding onto Kira, Dr. O standing at their side. “I hate to say it, but I think we have to give up our Dino Gems.” “Dr. O! You can’t be serious,” Ethan squeaked. “We aren’t giving up without a fight,” Conner replied. “Rangers,” she called. Conner, Ethan, and Dr. O looked up at Jezlyn. She was holding Trent before her, the Drago Sword at his throat. “Last chance.” “Care to reconsider, Conner.” Dr. O stepped forward, demorphing. He pulled the gem from the band and stopped in front of Trent. “I’m sorry, Trent.” He handed the Gem to Jezlyn and walked away, backwards. Conner and Ethan looked at each other shocked. “Did he?” Ethan squeaked. “Yeah,” replied Conner at the same time. Dr. O stopped beside them, looking at Trent. “Go on, Conner.” Conner looked at him, shocked. “Do it, Conner.” “No,” Conner replied, unable to think. “I-I can’t.” “Power Down, Conner,” Dr. O ordered. “We can’t win, and you know it. Ethan.” Ethan powered down, but didn’t pull his gem away. “I won’t give up my Gem, Dr. O,” he replied. “Oh, please,” Jezlyn whined. She sliced the Drago Sword threw the air, and flung the arrows at Conner and Ethan. The Arrows hit Conner and Ethan in the chest, throwing them back. Conner demorphed, Ethan lying at his side. She threw Trent to the Tyrannodrones and walked over to Conner and Ethan. She pulled their gems away and looked at Dr. O. “My Master thanks you.” She then jumped into an invisiportal, followed by the Tyrannodrones taking Trent. “Dr. O,” Trent yelled as he was taken into the invisiportal. “Trent,” Dr. O yelled, running forward some. Conner and Ethan both climbed to their knees, griping their chests as Dr. O stopped. “She tricked us,” Conner said, looking at Dr. O. “Now we have no chance of defeating them.” “I’m sorry Conner. But some things are out of our control.” Dr. O looked back at them. ~+~+~ Appearing back in Mesogog’s lair, Jezlyn took Trent, leading him top Elsa. She rounded the corner and threw Trent to the ground. Trent landed slightly on his left arm, his hands still tied behind his back “You have caused my Master much trouble,” Elsa said stopping in front of Trent as he rolled onto his stomach. She kicked him in the side, rolling him onto his back. “But thanks to Jezlyn, and you,” she said placing her hands on her hips. Trent rolled his head to look at her, pain gritting his teeth, “my Master’s plan will now be fulfilled.” Zeltrax stepped forward, jerking Trent up. Trent stumbled for his footing, but before he could find it, he was shoved towards a chair. He stopped before the chair, turning to face them. He looked at Jezlyn as Zeltrax stepped towards him, grabbing his shoulder. “Jezlyn, please. Don’t let them do this,” he pleaded as Zeltrax pushed him into the chair and strapped him in. “Silence,” Elsa snapped, covering his mouth with a cloth. She looked up as Mesogog entered. “My Lord, everything is ready.” “Excellent,” he snarled. “Prepare the ray.” He walked around the chair holding Trent, glaring down at him. “Your time has come, traitor.” Trent looked up at him pleadingly. “Start the extraction!” Jezlyn watched as Elsa prepared to fire up the ray. She turned around as the extraction ray was fired on to Trent. Jezlyn slammed her eyes shut as Trent grunted in pain. As she turned back to face him, she felt her heart break inside her and realized she couldn’t let them do this. She pulled the whip from her side, and lashed it forward, catching it on the ray. Jerking it quickly, she pulled it towards her as she raced towards Trent. The ray bounced about the room, causing Zeltrax, Elsa, and Mesogog to dodge to the floor to avoid the ray. She hovered over Trent as the ray raced towards him, hitting her gem. She pulled the straps from him quickly, helped him up, and led him out of the lair. ~+~+~ Appearing in the woods, Jezlyn laid Trent down, taking the cloth from his mouth, her power gone. She untied his hands, laying him on his back gently. She stood up slowly, looking around to make sure the Tyrannodrones hadn’t followed her. Seeing that none had followed she sat beside Trent, running her fingers through his black hair. “I’m sorry Trent,” she said, tears streaking down her cheeks. She glanced up slowly as Dr. O, Conner, Ethan, and Kira raced towards her. “Get away from him,” Kira yelled. As she started to stand, Jezlyn felt Trent grip her wrist lightly. Kira raced forward, pulling Jezlyn away from Trent. “Stay away from him.” “I’m sorry,” she cried as Kira glared at her, tears streaming down her cheeks. “What did you do to him?” Kira stood up and tried to charge Jezlyn, but Conner held her back. “It was Elsa and Mesogog. They were trying to extract his life force.” She placed her face in her hands, slumped on the ground. “I tried.” Kira fought loose of Conner and raced to Jezlyn, smacking her hard. Jezlyn stumbled to the side as Kira screamed at her. “Why should we trust you?” Conner raced forward, grabbing her. “You were trying to kill him.” Conner pulled her back as Jezlyn placed her hands to one side and leaned over, crying. “Kira,” Ethan called, “let’s go.” Kira glared down at Jezlyn from Conner’s arms as Jezlyn leaned back up and stared at Kira. Tears streamed down her face as Ethan and Dr. O helped Trent find his footing. “Kira, I’m so sorry. I wish I could go back and change everything, but I can’t.” Kira then broke away from Conner and ran over to Dr. O. “I’m sorry, Trent!” She dropped her torso to the ground, shaking with tears, and jagged gasps of air. ~+~+~ “Jezlyn is telling the truth,” Trent said, sitting on the couch in the lair, a washcloth on his forehead. “How can you stick up for her? She tried to kill you,” Kira asked as Trent lay on the couch. “She saved my life, Kira. If she hadn’t changed at that moment, I wouldn’t be here,” Trent breathed out deeply. “How can you say she’s changed?” “I though you would understand,” Trent said, glaring slightly at Kira. “You stuck up for me… when I was lost.” Kira started to reply but he stopped her by raising his hand. “I just need you to trust me.” “How can we?” Ethan asked. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What do you think so far? Well let me know and if you have any ideas, just let me know and I might add them in.

This is a dream that I had last night. It's not gonna be good but just let me get it out. And yes, I've been watching power rangers lately. But you just gotta take a look at Trent (Jeffrey Parazzo), he's hot. (top left) ~~~~~Power Rangers Dino Thunder~~~~~~ Blue eyes stared back into menacing red eyes. A dinosaur of a monster, Mesogog, stared back at the young girl. He lifted her clawed hand, brushing it threw her blonde hair that covered her cheek. He reached down and grasped her left hand lightly, looking at the Orange gem embedded into the silver band on her arm. “You will be my evil Orange Ranger,” he snarled, looking her in the eye. “How can I serve you, Master?” she asked as he released her hand. “Destroy the Rangers and bring their gems to me,” he replied, glaring at Elsa and Zeltrax. “Yes, Master,” she said bowing low. She then turned and walked into an invisiportal, dropping her on the edge of town. She glanced around and seeing no one, she morphed. “Orange Ranger, Tiger Power.” Her arms were crossed before her as an orange suit with black stripes covered her body and a tiger head-shaped helmet, covered her face. “Come out, Rangers.” She grabbed the coil of a rope at her side and flicked it out. “Tigra Whip. Tigra Slash.” She cut the rope through the air, a vortex of air cutting through a row of trees. She turned her attention to the buildings. Cutting it through the air, the buildings toppled to the ground. ~+~+~ Trent lend back, a small comic book before him. AS he was about to continue drawing, Dr. O contacted him. “Go ahead, Dr. O.” “Trent, a surge of energy has appeared on the edge of town near you. Could you check it out?” Dr. O asked. “I’ll give you a call when I find out what it is,” Trent replied. The Drago morpher took the communicators’ place. “White Ranger, Dino Thunder.” The white Drago suit covered his body, as he raced off. ~+~+~ “Come out, come out, Rangers,” she said, toppling another building. “Looking for someone,” Trent asked as he halted, crossing his arms. “Why, I was looking for you,” she said, reaching to her side. “Aww, now I feel loved,” Trent joked. He chuckled a bit, and swiped his finger over the helmet’s eyepiece. “Joke all you want Ranger, because when I’m through with you, you won’t be laughing.” She snapped the whip at her side. “Let’s go.” He slowly pulled the Drago sword out, cutting it through the air. “Laser Arrows.” He stopped with the Drago sword in front of him, and then pointed it at the Orange Ranger. The arrows sped through the air. She jumped to the side, the arrows striking the ground. “Nice try, Ranger.” Trent charged forward as she pulled the whip over her hand. As he was about to reach her, she slashed her whip forward, knocking the Drago sword from his hand. Trent continued with the charged, jumping up and over her head. As he landed behind her, she spun around and kicked him in the stomach. Trent slammed into the ground, but quickly got his feet and tried to defend himself as she cracked the whip again, this time around his throat. He grasped the whip, trying to prevent it from strangling him. She tugged on the whip, trying to send him flying in the air, but he held his ground. “Power up.” She flashed for a second, and then jerked on the whip. Trent went flying into the air, spinning into the ground. He landed on his side, rolling to his back; she coiled the whip at her side. “This was barely a challenge,” she said, walking towards him. Trent tried to stand, managing to get to one knee. As he started to stand, she reached him, grasping his throat. He groaned as she grabbed his throat and jerked him up, throwing him into a building pole. Trent slammed into the pole, bounced off, and slammed into the ground. He reached for a button on his morpher as she picked him up again, slammed him into the pole, and then threw him back at the ground. As he hit the ground, he demorphed, clutching his stomach. She walked up to him, placing her foot at his throat. Reaching down she grabbed the White Dino Gem’s band. “I believe this belongs to my Master.” She pressed on his throat as she ripped the band from his arm. “No,” he said pushing her foot away. He grasped her foot, trying to help himself stand. “Please.” She jerked her foot from his grasp, kicking him in the face. “Trent,” Dr. O yelled as he raced towards them. “Catch ya later, Ranger,” she said, and then jumped into an invisiportal. “Trent,” Dr. O said, leaning beside Trent. “Are you okay?” “Dr. O,” Trent moaned as Dr. O picked him up. “Come on bud,” said Dr. O as Trent passed out. ~+~+~ “What’s so important?” Conner asked as Ethan and Kira followed him down the stairs. “I don’t know,” Kira replied. Her eyes then fell on Trent, lying on the couch. “Trent? Dr. O what happened?” She raced down the stairs to hover over Trent. “Could you get a wet washcloth,” he said, not turning to face her. “Dr. O, what’s going on?” Ethan asked, stepping up beside him. Kira raced off to get the washcloth as Ethan and Dr. O stared at the screens. Miles of tape was flashing by, Ethan wasn’t sure how Dr. O could even understand it. Kira raced back in, sitting at Trent’s waist and dabbed the cloth at the cut on his forehead. Dr. O suddenly said, “There,” the screen freezing on Trent and another unknown Ranger. “Is that…” Conner asked walking forward. “Another Ranger,” Dr. O replied. “That explains the energy surge.” He pressed a button and Trent and the other Ranger began to fight. “Where did this ranger come from? How come we haven’t been able to sense it till now?” Ethan asked, thoroughly confused. “Mesogog must have created his own Ranger Gem,” he replied, stopping the tape on a headshot of the Orange Ranger. “But for what, I’m not sure.” “Will Trent be okay?” Kira asked from the couch. “He’ll be fine with a little rest,” Dr. O replied as he allowed the tape to play. He turned around to face Kira. “Dr. O, look,” Conner said, hitting a button. Dr. O turned back around and looked at the screen. “That Ranger just took something from, Trent.” “The Dino Gem,” Dr. O gasped. “That’s what Mesogog wants. He created that Ranger to steal our Dino Gems.” He then tapped a button and the picture disappeared. “I want you three to promise you wont go looking for this Ranger. At least not alone.” “But Dr. O…” Ethan started. “I know Ethan, innocent people will be hurt, but that’s the price we pay to figure out a way to stop this Ranger,” replied Dr. O. “We can’t just let him get away with this,” Kira snapped from the couch. “We won’t Kira, but we can’t do anything right now,” Dr. O replied. ~+~+~ “My Lord,” the Orange Ranger said bowing as she presented the White Dino Gem to Mesogog. “It seems,” he snarled, taking the gem as she rose up, “that not all my servants are incompetent.” He shot Elsa and Zeltrax a glare. “My Lord,” Elsa begged. “Silence.” He then turned to the Orange Ranger. “Bring me the other Gems.” “Yes, my Lord.” She bowed briefly and turned to leave. ~+~+~ “No,” Trent yelled sitting up quickly, punching out. He breathed out deeply, grabbing his left wrist. “It’s gone.” “Trent,” Dr. O said, walking into the living room. Trent looked up from the couch, dropping his hands into his lap. “How are you feeling?” “My head hurts,” he said rubbing his head. “Do you need anything?” Dr. O made his way back into the kitchen. Trent suddenly gasped, leaning forward. He grabbed the table, gripping it hard, as Dr. O walked back into the living room, placing his hand on Trent’s shoulder. “Are you all right?” “Fine. I just…” He breathed out deeply. “I just had a bad feeling. I think – I think Kira’s in trouble.” Dr. O raced off down stairs, followed closely by Trent. He sat himself at the console punching buttons quickly. Trent stood behind him as he searched. The screen then stopped on Kira fighting the Orange Ranger. “They’re in the middle of town. Come on.” Dr. O jumped up from his seat. ~+~+~ “Come on, Yellow Ranger,” the Orange Ranger taunted as Kira tried to punch the Orange Ranger. She pulled out her whip, tripping Kira; she then pulled out Trent’s Drago sword and sliced it over Kira’s back, then proceeded to kick her in the side. As Kira rolled away she demorphed and grabbed her stomach. The Orange Ranger then snapped the whip, coiling it around her throat. “I’ll take this,” she said, grabbing the Yellow Dino Gem and band, and jerking it from her arm. “Kira,” Dr. O yelled as he skidded to a halt on the back of the Black four-wheeler, Trent hopping off the back. “Your too late, Rangers,” she said, chuckling as she spotted Trent. “We meet again, White Ranger.” Trent made to charge at her but Dr. O held him back, as she held up the Yellow Dino Gem and uncoiled the rope from Kira’s throat. “Ta ta, Rangers.” She jumped into an invisiportal and vanished. “Kira,” Trent yelled, breaking from Dr. O’s grip. He dropped to her side, as she looked up at him weakly. He grabbed her hand, and pulled her up gently. ~+~+~ “How hard is it to follow directions?” Dr. O snapped, storming about the lair. “I told you all not to go looking for him.” “Dr. O…” “Not now, Ethan.” Dr. O sat down at the console, trying to calm down. “Tommy, it does no good to yell at them,” Haley said, walking down the stairs. “Kira was only doing what she thought she should do, even if it was against your best wishes.” “I understand, Haley, but I want Conner and Ethan to promise they won’t go looking for that Ranger,” he said, turning around slightly to look at them. “We won’t, Dr. O,” Ethan said. “I’m not just gonna sit here and do nothing. Sorry Dr. O but I’m not waiting around,” Conner said, walking towards the stairs. “Conner!” Trent yelled, stand up from the couch. Conner stopped and turned to face him. “You have no idea how it feels to have your gem ripped from your arm. To have that Ranger hover over you, laughing.” Trent walked towards him. “Conner, you don’t want to loose your gem. Don’t go looking for him.” Conner sighed, but nodded. “Look, I have to go. I got to meet my Dad.” Trent then dashed before anyone could stop him. ~+~+~ “Ranger,” Trent yelled. The Orange Ranger turned to face him. “You have something I want.” The Orange Ranger crossed her arms. “I want the White Dino gem.” “My Master has it.” She pulled the Drago sword from her side. “Now get lost, I have work to do. Laser Arrows.” She sliced the sword through the air, and then shot the arrows at Trent. The arrows hit the ground before Trent. Flung back by the explosion he landed on his upper back, doubling over. She charged forward as his legs hit the ground. She grabbed him by the throat, picking him up. He brought his arms up, breaking her hold. She caught his wrist as he threw a swift punch, twisting his arm behind his back. “Your lucky, White Ranger,” she whispered into his ear. Trent grunted as she pulled on his arm, her other hand gripping his shoulder, her arm around his neck. “Your lucky I didn’t take your life, when I took your gem.” Letting her arm go from his neck she kicked him in the back, spinning him around. Bring her hand up she decked him. He fell to his knees, as she stepped closer. “I like you, White Ranger. That’s why I’m gonna let you live.” She then shoved him to the ground. “Bye.” She disappeared into an invisiportal. Trent got to his hands and knees, slamming his fist on the ground. “Damn it.” Trent got to his feet, staring at the spot where the ranger had stood. “Trent,” Conner said, running up followed by Ethan, both morphed. “You tell me not to look for him, but it’s okay for you to?” “I started this,” he answered and walked off. “What’s wrong with him?” Conner asked, as they powered down. ~+~+~ Trent sat at the bar at Haley’s Cyber Space. A young girl walked in blonde hair swishing as she walked; she made her way over to Trent. “Hi, could you tell me where Haley is?” she asked. “She’s around here somewhere. Can I help you?” “I was suppose to see her about a job,” she said looking around. “This way,” Trent said, hopping from the stool. “She’s back here.” He led her into the back, where Haley was sitting at her desk, doing paperwork. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said, knocking on the door, “but there’s a girl here, looking for a job.” “Hello,” she said, as Trent walked back out. “My name’s Jezlyn Thilmar.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~ That's the first 4 pages. I don't feel like putting more up, so I'll do that later. Not sure if I like how it turned out, but it's geting better. (Working on the rest as we speak. Can't remember the dream, so I'm changing it. ^_^) check out later: http://www.livejournal.com/users/pink_thunder17/

A young girl, though she was more around 3,000 years of age, walked up a small dirt path towards a rather large Tavern. She reached the door and pushing it open she entered. Her black hooded cloak was draped about her shoulders, her hood still up. She glanced around the room slightly, everyone staring at her as she entered. Her silver-blue eyes traveled to look at her black Elven boots. As she made her way across the room towards a small corner, she crossed her arms across her chest under her cloak. She then turned her back to the dark, shadowed corner and leaned into it, almost disappearing as her back hit the connecting walls. She stood at the corner watching as the room went back to their merry words and tales. As she scanned the room, her silver-blue eyes locked on a young man walking towards her. Her eyes traveled away from him as he stopped in front of her. He was a young man, short blue hair, with short blue bangs falling in front of bright sea-green eyes. His muscles were toned, and his skin was dark. His black vest stretched as he folded his arms across his chest and continued to stare at her. He softly stomped his foot to gain her attention, but she continued to ignore him. He unfolded his arms, placing his hands in the pockets of his sea-green pants. She finally turned her silver-blue eyes back to him. “What do you want?” she snapped at him, as she was getting very annoyed with his presence. She glared furiously at him, her silver-blue eyes scanning every feature of his face. She wondered if he was scared of her now, or just trying to annoy her; maybe he liked her, liked the way she had commanded the room to look at her as she had entered. He was slightly stunned by her viscous remark. “My name’s Kane,” he said, extending his dark, muscular hand towards her. “And what might the name of a beautiful…” “Don’t try to flatter me with your silly remarks and words. And besides,” she said, scoffing, “my name’s of no importance to the likes of you.” She then pushed passed him, and started to walk to another corner. He reached out his extended hand, grabbing her arm as she passed. “I only want to talk,” he said, making her stop beside him. “Well, I don’t want to.” She tried to rip her arm from his grasp but he held strong. “And let go, before I make you, and that hand never touches anything, or anyone again.” She glared at him again as he stared back at her.

A/N: Here's another story, this is a chapter in a story that I'm wanting to write but to lazy to and it was also a dream I had along time ago, just more descriptive. Enjoy. ~~~~~~~~~*Legolas Wounded*~~~~~~~~~ Legolas ran down the row of bushes. He turned left, running along them a minute before turning left again and seeing Frodo run down the third row of bushes. He ran after him and stopped at the end of the row. Frodo was talking with an Orc that had popped his head out of the bushes. He was telling Frodo something he couldn’t hear. Frodo suddenly took off after nodding to the Orc and tearing down the row and off to the right then out of sight behind a row of tall bushes. Legolas made his way forward slowly, stopping beside the bush Frodo had stopped by. A whiz sound made him jump back as a thorn flew past and sliced into the bush across from it. He looked at the bush, a small tub-like stick, sticking out from the bush. He dashed pass the bush, running for the end of the row. As he came to the end, he didn’t see the board of thorns sticking out until his right side collided with it and was filled with 10 sharp thorns the size of pencils. He grabbed his side as he hit the end of the row. Sliding slowly to the ground against the wall, he removed the bloodied hand from his side. He shirt soaked up the blood as it ran out of the wound. He put his hand back to his side, placing a little pressure for too much would push the thorns in deeper. He lifted himself from the ground slowly and started to stagger off. Reaching the corner he had last seen Frodo at, he stopped and removed his hand again. He looked at his side, moving his hand to a thorn embedded deep in his side, he pulled it out slowly. Tossing it to the ground, a growl caught his attention; turning around he saw an Uruk running towards him. Placing his hand to his side, he started to move quickly around the corner and down another passage of bushes, loosing the Uruk and his way as he went. He rounded many corners and past many bushes with Orcs and Uruks, but he kept going. His vision blurring and his grace fading, he rounded a corner and finally saw Gimli, or what he thought to be Gimli. He stopped at the corner, placing his right bloodied hand against the stone wall that was so scarce and his left hand against his wound. He lips parted slowly as he breathed out jaggedly and his vision blurred farther. He tried to call to Gimli but couldn’t seem to find his voice. But as he slide down the wall, his right hand leaving a blood line down the wall as he slide, Gimli turned and seeing his hurt friend, ran to his side. Reaching his friend he looked down at his side, seeing the blood that had seeped through his fingers and was starting spill on the back of his hand and the lot that had seeped on to his tunic. Legolas sat, back against the stone wall, hand covering his wound, his other just below, slightly atop the other. His head drooped slightly as he sat, blood escaping him; his eyes closing from blood loss, weakness taking him. “Don’t worry lad, I’m here,” Gimli replied as he removed the elf’s hands from his side and set his hands on the ground beside him. Gimli lowered himself to his knees and examined his wound. He would be able to get the thorns out, but didn’t have a way to stop the bleeding. “I’m sorry,” he said as he grabbed one of the thorns and ripped it out; blooding dripping from the end, he dropped it to the ground. Legolas sucked in his breath quickly, head snapping up, his eyes shooting open and looking directly at Gimli. “Ooowwww,” he managed to say as he slightly banged his head against the stone wall. “Sorry, sorry,” Gimli said. He grabbed a second thorn, ripped it out, and dropped it to the side as Legolas wined again. The pain rushed to Legolas’s head, so much pain he couldn’t feel the third thorn that Gimli ripped out. His head set against the stone wall, eyes closed, lips parted slightly; he rolled his head to the side, teeth gritted from the pain. Gimli ripped out two more thorns, Legolas rolling his head to the other side; suddenly a growl caught their attention. Gimli stood up, slightly standing over his friend, guarding him. Legolas blinkiedly opened his eyes, turning his head in the direction of the growl. The blurred picture of an Uruk was charging towards them. Gimli then said something Legolas didn’t catch and suddenly had an axe. He then charged the Uruk, slicing its head off, upon jumping past it. “That’s for messing with my friend,” he said as he turned around and the Uruk head rolled to his feet. Then shoving the axe into the head, he walked back over to Legolas and knelt beside him again. “Gim-Gimli,” said Legolas weakly as Gimli knelt beside him. Gimli looked at him, waiting for his reply; Legolas leaned his head up to him and smiled a ‘Thanks’. He suddenly rolled his head to the side and started to shake, jaggedly, from the blood loss. Gimli reached over, grabbed the four remaining thorns and ripped them out. He tossed them to the side and muttered something, then a long piece of cloth appeared in his hands. He leaned Legolas forward slightly, who was stilling shaking, and wrapped the cloth around his abdomen, making it as tight as he could without making it too tight. He wrapping it around many times then tied it off at his wounded side. Legolas slowly stopped shaking and sat there, eyes closed and head drooped to the side. Gimli rose from the ground, then grabbed Legolas’ left hand and pulled him up, him groaning slightly as he bent his side. Gimli stood under Legolas’s left arm, though he was almost too short, and helped him walk as they tried to find other members of the Fellowship.

Well, I'm going to be stopping Dyran's Misfortune for a bit. I'll be posting other things for a while, but when I get back to DM, I'll repost those chapters and I'll let everyone know when they have been redone... Well, I'm gonna go for now, I might decide to write something and be back later to post it... Byebye Kali