My Lady Chanteline VIII"There is a letter for you, My Lady." Lady Nephalia was surprised when she looked up and saw Jadin at the doorway instead of Beezle.
"Come in," Lady Nephalia motioned for him to come closer. "Look at this," she pointed at a picture in the book she had been reading. "Apparently, wolves of Azoden are all black in color. Not a single one is grey or white. It seems Azoden is much too dark for me." She shook her head, having already forgotten about the letter.
"From Lord Azoden," Jadin whispered as he passed her the note. Lady Nephalia received it in confusion. Lord West very rarely ever sent letters, preferring to appear in person. She broke the seal and read it silently to herself.
My Dear Lady,
It seems that pressing matters have prevented me from leaving Azoden of late and I am in need of much consolation. My sister's recent death has put me into a silence that cannot be broken and I will not eat. My health has started to fail. I ask a great deal from you but it would do me great goo
My Lady Chanteline VII"You wouldn't consider marrying Lord West?" Beezle asked in anticipation. Lady Nephalia sat on her throne lost in thought. Beezle's question caused her to bolt upright.
"Heavens, no!" She exclaimed. "He's far too dangerous. And he's far too different. We would never get along." She returned to her thoughts, whatever those might be, and subconsciously twirled the bracelet around her wrist.
"But he's also very romantic." Hannah giggled. Her twin, Georgia, laughed with her. They were two more servants who happened to be cleaning the floor of the throne room at the time.
"And handsome." Georgia added. They began to whisper amongst themselves, telling each other things they noticed about him.
"Enough," Lady Nephalia ordered. She could hear their every word. "I will admit, he is very charming and there are few people in the world who could match his looks." The twins giggled at their Lady's words. "But," Lady Nephalia's voice rose, silencing her subjects, "I would only marry someone who I kn
My Lady Chanteline VINephalia waited for the last of the guests to leave and was unsurprised that West was the very last. Lord Kylis had hesitated to stay. He had certainly been a gentleman as well and had impressed Lady Nephalia very much. But when West appeared at the door, staring him down calmly, he didn't hesitate to say goodnight and be on his way.
"You should do this more often," he smiled as he kissed her hand. Already, Nephalia had forgotten about Lord Kylis. West's carriage, black as the night sky, rolled to the front entrance. "Will I see you soon?" He whispered, ignoring his driver's cries that it was getting late and they should return to Azoden.
"Of course," Nephalia laughed. "You wouldn't stay away from here even if I ordered it of you." West smiled, knowing her statement to be fact.
"Good night, My Lady." Lord West bowed and, unexpectedly, kissed Nephalia's cheek. Embarrassed, Nephalia curtsied and rushed into Chanteline Hall without another word. The second the door closed behind her, Lady
Good-ByeI'll remember you
I'll remember the way you stretched in the morning
sprawled across the bed
mouth wide, yawning.
Remember when I went to sit back
and fell off your bed?
I'll remember the way you brushed your hair
starting with the small knots on the bottom
wincing when it hurt.
Remember how I hated
that your hair would always get in the way?
I'll remember you walking to school
keeping several feet behind your sisters
just to talk to me.
Remember when I slipped on ice
and lay there in the snow laughing?
I'll remember how you spent your days at school
laughing when Perci ran into a wall
nearly falling asleep in history.
Remember how I kept hitting my head
on your locker?
I'll remember the way you loved cheer
flying in a stunt
you really miss it now.
Remember how I kept distracting you
and you almost fell?
I'll remember how you hated washing dishes
the smell of wet peanut butter
and especially wet chili beans.
Remember how I'd silently stand behind you
making you feel uneasy?
Grazed KneesI like to feel the wind in my face
taking away all my flooding memories
making me free
the squeaky wheel gets the grease
or so i've been told
racing the ground
requires so much breath
i don't think I have enough
you took it all away
sometimes i fail
the board slides out from under me
but i can get up again
physical pain doesn't hurt like emotional
wipe off the dust
why can't life be that easy?
for this moment
i am happy
They're YoursThese hands are mine
Flipping my board
steering towards the next ramp.
These legs are mine
running towards the jump
vaulting 5 10 15 feet into the air
These ears are mine
listening to music
pulling in every beat and rhythm
This voice is mine
Singing our new song
Pouring out the energy and emotion
These eyes are mine
carefully watching you
talking and laughing with your friends.
But this heart belongs to someone else
I gave it away
asking for nothing in return
Look after it for me, will you?
Water Through My FingertipsShall I whisper your name at night
and disturb the beauty of your silence?
Peacefully you rest while I look on in fear:
fear that you will never know my touch,
never know my voice.
At the foot of your bed I argue with myself.
What angel dares torture me so?
To never feel your cheek warm with life
or your hair running like water through my fingers;
I'd rather die a thousand deaths.
The mattress is cold as I lay beside you.
Your familiar scent drifts through my body
making me whole.
Your eyes slowly open
but they see right through me.
I'm but a ghost
come to haunt your perfect life.
You smile and the world around us disappears.
Blindly you search for my hand.
Hiding my pain I let you find it,
though all you feel is air.
Then you sigh and return to dreams of a better world.
I let a single tear escape
but no more.
I wish you no more pain than you're already in.
I move closer;
my lips brush your forehead.
I whisper yet another promise.
Then I'm gone-
gone to another night of pain and sadnes
My Lady Chanteline V"May I ask for a dance with the lady?" Nephalia turned in surprise at the familiar voice. A man in a black eye mask stood patiently behind her.
"Lord West?" Nephalia guessed on the sound of his voice alone. He merely smiled as he held out his hand for her. Nephalia laughed to herself and took his hand. She was surprised that he recognized her for she herself was wearing a mask.
"You look beautiful tonight." West smiled as he danced across the floor with Nephalia. "What am I saying?" He interrupted himself. "You are beautiful every day. Tonight," he spun Nephalia slowly, "you are enchanting." Nephalia managed a smile at the compliment.
"Really," she breathed, "I do not deserve such praise." She gasped as he picked her up into the air, forgetting the move was part of the dance. He placed her gently on the floor.
"Of course you do, My Lady." West replied with a teasing grin as he continued to dance with her. "Lady of Chanteline Forest. Why, you are widely known for your surpassing beauty
My Lady Chanteline IVLady Nephalia sighed deeply. "I need someone to help run Chanteline." She blurted. She didn't know where the thought came from. She had been thinking of Lord West and how it had been awhile since his last visit. He had been making frequent visits every two weeks, sometimes to discuss business and other times just to talk. Lady Nephalia didn't necessarily love his company but neither did she despise it. In fact, she had been getting used to it.
"You're doing a fine job, My Lady." Beezle complimented. Lady Nephalia sighed and shook her head. "Everyone loves you."
"It's not the love. I know I can make the people of Chanteline happier than they ever could be if they lived anywhere else. But I know nothing about land or finances. I don't know how to provide for the people without angering them." She sighed once more. These points had been made clear to her when she visited with Lord West. He always seemed to do the work and she never seemed to understand any of it.
"It seems to be that the