GwillaTheDragon

       We ride our bikes down the hill, Dreaming of better tomorrow, In the bright light of the sunset, We would forget all our sorrows.       We play in the field down the hill, Planning our near future choices, In a fort dug in the hard dirt, We listen to each others voices.       The place was ours and nobody elses, But then it changed all the next day, The trucks came to dig and destroy, And took freedom that was ours away.       Even though I may have left that place, I’ll still remember adventures we had, Because we had them all together, And in the end that’s all that matters.

It was a late summer night.  I was perched on a branch thinking about all that had happened recently.  Maybe, I should just start from the beginning.  It all started yesterday afternoon.  I was out in the brush playing with my brother Kyle.  “Bet you can’t catch me,” he teased.  “Bet I can,” I yelled back.   We were on the ground panting and laughing, I stared up at the sky.  “Kyle, what do you think the sky is like?” I said.  “Wishing you could fly again?” he teased.   I was about to answer when a sudden glimmer caught my eye.  Up in a small tree, was a shining gold bracelet.  I got up

The wind blew in Azeta’s face, roaring in her ears as her and Feran walked along the path. Further down the hill was trade and tourist shop that belonged to the old Anth, Parkun. They continued down the slope to the edge of the village, where the rickety hut creaked slightly in the wind. When Azeta pushed back the doors, she was amazed at all the beautiful banners that hung from the ceiling and walls. The scent of old books and dried herbal remedies filled the room. Parkun sat in a chair behind a counter that had pieces of jewelry on display. He looked up from a scroll he was studying. “Oh hello. What can I do for you?” Pa