<font color = darkgreen>M.ystic</font color = darkgreen> -- Geisill

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Date Posted: 08:05:45 01/31/04 Sat
Author: Scott
Subject: M.ystic

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The sun had set only once since the two had met at the sea. And the moment is only too clear in his mind to let go of, the sight of the maiden, apparently dead, unclothed, laying on the shore beside the roaring waves, and drove a stake through his heart. But who really knows why, she had been so beautiful...perhaps it really saddened him he could never have a creature as beautiful as this...or perhaps he was thinking of her family, who at the news, would crash like the waves.

No matter, as he escorts her along the many hills and valleys of Geisill, his sharp blue eyes watch the territory carefully, to keep themselves protected, bu more importantly her, his life. His arm was around her waist using support from there, while the other swung by his side. He smiles as they stop utop a hill, his eyes venture to her beautiful face...

"These are the hills, Lyra."

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