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Lol, here's some more..Staar doesn't like Garth very much lol.

Tymber nodded. She went to pick up a javelin but was thrust out of the way by Bembry. She landed hard and cried out. He ran towards her and she rolled over and got up. She was supposed to use the javelin but grabbed what was nearest to her; a sword. The sword was awkward to her uneducated arms. They felt wobbly as she grasped the strength to hold it. She wondered where this sword had come from. Her people had no means of metals. It must have been a trade from someone passing through.
Bembry ran towards her again, this time with his javelin held parellel in his arms. Tymber ducked and it got her shoulder. She fell. Bembry jumped on her and tried to press the sword she was holding against her throat. He laughed under his breath as he pushed her body into the ground. Tymber couldn't breathe.
"Stop..." she pleaded.
He pushed her harder, with all his force. Tymber turned away. She saw a crowd forming. Staar pushed people's legs aside and got through.
Sister! He started to run towards Tymber.
"No..." Tymber choked. I have to do this on my own.
Staar paced like a littlun who needed to pee, but he obeyed her.
Bembry heaved up a bit to let Tymber breathe. He was teasing her! This was all just to get her riled up! As he started to push the flat of her sword towards her face, Tymber got a new idea. If she could send feelings to Staar, why not Bembry? She groped inside her mind and made a link with the butcher. She surged her feelings of helplessness, of lonliness, of the pain that he was causing her; of the discust she felt with what he does, straight into his own mind.
First his eyes widened. Then his mouth opened in a silent scream. He pushed away from her and held his head. And then there were screams. Tymber covered her ears as she watched him shake his head screaming. She awkwardly crawled backward to try and get away from him as far as she could. Then she broke the connection. He stopped screaming and looked at her, accusingly.
"Witch!" he screamed. "What did you do! What did you do?!"
Tymber shook her head, eyes wide open and mouth agape in fear. He moved towards her, eyes squinted and jaw pressed together in anger. She looked away, covering her eyes and opened her mouth to scream when she heard an odd snarl. she looked back and saw Staar with a mouth full of leg. He was growling and tugging.
Now sister? Staar asked.
Tymber quickly shook her head and watched Staar as he chased the butcher through the crowd.
Hahha! He tossed his head in delight, trotting back to Tymber.
She looked around. The entire group was staring at her.
Garth started the cheer. Everyone screamed and whooped and laughed. He walked over and extended his hand, smiling.
"You did better than I did, that's for sure." he said as he pulled her up.
"Yeah." Tymber breathed. "Yeah, I guess I did."
Garth laughed. "I guess lesson ended early today. Want to take a walk?"
"A walk would be great."
He took her arm and they walked through the crowd. Everyone turned and smiled at Tymber, clapping their hands. She blushed and looked down, letting Garth practically drag her.
When they got through, Tymber noticed that he didn't let go of her arm.
"Your spirit bond sure has spunk." he told her.
Tymber laughed. "Yes, I suppose he does."
Spunk? Spunk?! Staar shouted, offended. ... What's spunk?
A red fox trotted up to them.
"How beautiful!" Tymber exclaimed. "What is she called?"
"Her name is Juniper." Garth replied. Then he looked back at her. "How did you know Juni was a 'she'?"
Tymber thought a moment. "I don't know." she said. "I guess because she is thin boned?" she decided.
"She is, isn't she?" Garth smiled proudly.
Spunk isn't a disease, is it? Staar asked. Because if he's saying I have a disease, well then he's out of his right mind!
Tymber looked away, shaking her head in mock exasperation.
"What is your wolf's name?" Garth asked.
"His name is Staar." Tymber answered.
"Like in Sunn and Staar!" Garth exclaimed.
"Yes!" Tymber said. "Do you like that story too?"
"Like it?" Garth's eyes widened. "I love it! I love any story with a good hero in it."
Tymber laughed. "Me too."
Garth started reciting the song. Tymber held her hand down on his mouth.
"No!" she whispered. "You don't want anyone to hear you singing!"
"Am I really that bad?" he asked, grinning.
"You know the rules." she jokingly chastized.
Spunk, spunk, spunk. Staar complained. He looked over at Juni the fox. You wouldn't happen to know what spunk is, would you?
Tymber rolled her eyes at her bond.
They were getting near the corral. She'd have a chance to show off Seabring.
"We're out of hearing range." Garth said. "May I sing for you m'lady?" He bowed.
"Don't risk it!" Tymber laughed.
Garth started singing jibberish in a monotone Tymber could never even hope to accomplish. She had to wrestle her hand over his mouth.
"Stop it!" she yelled, laughing. "Quit it already."
She fell down laughing and Garth did as well.
Oh Garth, Staar mocked, would you be my love forever?
Tymber gasped. "Staar!" she laughed. "You brat!"
"What did he do?" Garth asked.
"Nothing!" Tymber said, exasperated by Staar's efforts at getting attention. "Nothing at all." She stuck her tongue out at the wolf.
Spunk.. Staar grumbled.

lol! i don't know who i like better!!! Garth remindes me of a guy i know named garett. diareorgarthdaireorgarthdaireorgarthdaireorgarth?? ?????
more!!!more!!!

At some point on this walk, Staar had gone off somewhere on his own without telling Tymber. Juni was still following impatiently.
The bell rang and they knew it was time for the next class. Tymber hated that bell. It had a dent in it that made the sound terrible. She remembered when a passing traveler had traded it for an old buckskin.
"Next we have reading and writing." Garth said.
"So we do." Tymber said. She noticed again that he had taken her arm. She must be a convenience; being the only girl in all of the classes. She wasn't sure how to feel about that, but as they walked to the clearing beside her family tent, she remembered what had happened earlier and felt anxious. She had pushed feelings into the butcher's mind -- something she thought she could only do with Staar! It made her wonder just what was possible...

O it's sooo good! I'm dieing over here!! I need more to read please :D


Ash

yeah it's getting good. --well it already was good but it's getting more tense.
looks like garth got the tymber before diare could...:D

::cries:: I want to know what happenes ::cries::

Hey! Go write, what are you doing surfing pet talk! Go, go go ,go go

::opens word for Wolfsoul::


Now go write!

Ashley :D

LOL, I'm running out of story to post! I only have a few paragraphs left and then I'm out haha. I'll post...a few sentences mwahaha, I'm evil.

Garth had tried to stay with Tymber when lessons were over, but she pleaded headache and made way to her tent. She watched him leave but decided to wait a few mintues before she left for town, just to be safe. She sat atop her sleeping skins and pulled her feet underneath her. She closed her eyes and breathed in the wild air. Then she saw something. No -- she saw and felt it. It was there; her link with Staar. She followed the link in her mind, tracing its path and feeling the rush of nothingness as she passed through quickly. And she was Staar. Rather, she was seeing what Staar was seeing.

do you get amusement out of torturing us?? huh? do you? thats what i thought.
:resorts to pleading: c'mon pleeeeeeeaz pleeeeeeez???
Fine! i'm telling mommy!!!
:p

Mwahahaha...:p I only have a few paragraphs left....So I shouldn't post them. Did I mention it's at a reeeeeally good part? Oh yeah, this is where she finds another one of her gifts. Mwahaha! :D

:eek: :eek: :eek: no fair!!!
but mommy said you have to!!
:p

Nuh uh...:p

yea huh!
i'm telling!

No no no ::thrashes around in a wild rant::

Please post and write more! What are you doing with all this time of yours? Huh? Not writeing or ANYTHING! ::cries::


Ashley

I have the dreaded writer's block! :o :o :( Aggh. Might be a while lol.

Sister? Staar looked around.
Tymber tried to speak, but wasn't able to. Her mouth groped for speech. S-Staar? And there it was. Not speech, but mind-speech. The same type of words that Staar sound.
Sister, you have made it! You are one with the wolf! Staar exclaimed.
She felt his excitement. It was almost as if the excitement was hers; but she also felt cold. These feelings mixing together made her feel like vomiting.
Why do you feel that way? Staar asked.
She ignored his question and broke free from the link. Something was there. Something wasn't right. She looked closely at the link once more. And saw something interesting. A second link. She touched it for only one second and was pulled in. She looked around. No -- the butcher looked around. He felt her presence. After seeing no one, he scratched his stomach and rested again. He lay in his sleeping skins beside a woman. Tymber didn't want to see who it was. But she didn't break free either. She waited. The butcher turned to look, and his eyes rested on eyes of grey. The eyes broke through the butcher's and stared right into Tymber's. Tymber pulled back and felt the link pop. She stared into the blackness of her mind, and with all of her power, pushed her will onto the link until it diminshed. She felt her mind breathe with the suspension and death of it. Her mind eased and she went back to Staar's link -- and stopped. Something else. It was light; barely there. It was odd though. She tried to break into it but it pushed her away and made her inner self buckle. It was shielded. She saw how it stayed connected to Staar. So she made her way into Staar's mind again. Staar felt her.
Sister? Where did you go before? He asked.
Not now, Tymber mindspoke.
She dug into his mind and reeled at his confused lash. Her mind flew and she dizzied. She pushed harder and stared into his own blackness. There was the tiny link, barely visible. Staar pushed against her with his shields. She pushed harder and grabbed hold of the link. She quickly tugged the link and felt herself flow through the blackness so fast that she saw lights. And she regained her stillness. She looked around. Her vision was impaired. No, she saw through eyes that were set differently than hers. The head moved. It looked around. Tymber saw the flow of black hide as the creature spinned. Seabring!

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Ash

i wanna know what happens!!!;)

I don't know what else to write...LOL it's terrible! I have writer's block. Darnit. I've been imagining what happenings would work best...but nothing fits!!! Lol. I'll try and get soem more done after school.

I'm back! :D Lol. I think I know how this story is going to be for the most part now. I was bored at school and wrote out some of the future scences..

Who is there? the horse asked.
It's Tymber! Tymber said excitedly.
Tymber? A pause. The wolf thinks of you always. Seabring said.
You were linked to Staar. Tymber said. How?
I felt him. Seabring said. He has a light.
A light? Tymber asked, confused.
I suppose you would not know. You will see one day, maybe.
Tymber felt tired. I'm coming to get you. she said.
I will wait. Seabring assured her.
Tymber pulled away and was in blackness once again. She pushed herself until she opened her eyes and gasped, groping for air. She saw lights. She shook her head and fell back, placing her head on her soft skins. After a time, she felt well enough to get up. She walked outside the tent as Cerber, Neolyn's bond came in. The mountain lion kept her distance, but made a low rumbling yowl. Tymber let felt the cat's fear. She felt it as well as she could feel Staar. She let her mind flow and felt all around her. She could sense everyone's feelings. She could smell the life around her. She smiled and walked away from Cerber.
She approached the corral and Seabring trotted up to the gate.
Tymber. Seabring called. Do we leave?
Tymber felt as though she shouldn't be surprised anymore, but hearing Seabring speak made her jump. She nodded.
Good.
Where's Staar? she mind-spoke, only half-realizing it. If Seabring noticed anything, he didn't say.
He is hunting. His mind is focused on a beast that he will give to Presta. Seabring told her.
Tymber cleared her throat. "I have to leave." she spoke aloud. "I suppose Staar could be angry with me." she considered. "I did barge in without asking."
Let us go without him.
"I suppose we shall." Tymber said in dismay.
When they got to Potters's house, Tymber went out back and opened the gate. She put Seabring into a stall in the stables. She had never bothered to tack him, so she just wiped him down and walked to the barn. Daire wasn't there. Suddenly she felt a presence. She saw a rush of excitement in the blackness of her mind. Hands clasped over her eyes. She gasped and started to struggle. Daire's voice whispered in her ear. "Surprise!" he said, and he stepped in front of her. He held out a harp. "It's for you," he told her.
Tymber didn't know what to say. "M-me?" Her mouth opened and closed again.
"Yes." Daire pushed it into her hands proudly. "It was hard to get. Had to promise the shopkeeper that I'd clean up after ours for a month. But I got it!"
"Oh Daire..."Tymber looked up from the harp. "I've never been given aything before... I--I-"
"You like it?" Daire asked in obvious excitement.
"Yes!" Tymber shouted. She caught herself and whispered, "Yes."
"Good. Because tonight I thought that we could play together."
"You'll teach me?" Tymber inquired, awed.
"Of course!" Daire looked at her oddly. "You've never been taught to do anything, have you?"
"Certainly I have." Tymber replied smugly. "I was taught to sew, and cook, and --"
Daire shook his head, smiled, and took his arm in his hand. "C'mon." he said.
Tymber followed him, confused.

They sat in the field and laughed. She had messed up again. No matter how many times they played the simple tune, Tymber messed up on that one part.
"It's hard!" she complained while laughing. "Stop laughing at me!"
Daire laughed even harder and fell back into the grass. Tymber fell back too. They lay there staring at the sunset. Tymber looked over at Daire. His black hair made a beautiful contrast on the yellow of the dead grass. He looked at her and his blue eyes glowed with sunlight.
"Daire?" Tymber asked.
"Mm." he said, staring back at the sun.
"Where did Potter leave to?" she asked him.
He looked back at her and searched her face. He glanced away, sighed, and looked back. "You won't tell anyone?"
"Of course not." Tymber replied in a worried tone.
"Potter has gotten word that the King is looking for a new stablemaster. He went there, hoping to be hired."
"Why is this secret?" Tymber inquired.
"He was the only one told beforehand that the stablemaster would be fired. A friend of his that works with the King told him so that he'd be the first to speak with the King, and hopefully the one hired."
"Where does the King live?" Tymber asked.
Daire looked away and thought a moment. "In GreyKeep. About a days away." he told her.
"But you're the stablehand." Tymber accused.
"Yes." Daire replied.
"You'll be leaving when he's hired, won't you?"
Daire looked at the sun. "Yes." he said quietly.
"Oh."
They sat in silence for several minutes.
"Come with me." Daire told her.
"What?" Tymber asked, wondring if she heard him right.
"Come with me."
"To GreyKeep?" Tymber's eyes widened.
"Why not? You never act like you enjoy being where you live now. So move. Come with me." Daire persisted.
Tymber looked away and thought. Presta had told her that she had to leave. It didn't matter where she went. But she had to leave. Her decision would turn her tribe for better or for worse. How did she know what this would do to her tribe?
She looked back at Daire and saw the pleading look in his eyes. They mirrored her own sky blue eyes as she pleaded to the Gods that her decision was the right one.
"Alright." she said.
"Alright?" Daire searched her face.
"I'll go with you." she assured him.
He looked away and nodded. "Alright." he said, smiling.
Tymber pushed herself close to him and rested her head on his shoulder. As the sun went down, and the world turned black, her eyes fell and she tumbled into her own world of darkness.

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my eyes hurt from reading all that lmao it was good :P

LOL thanks. :) I'll paste some more when I get home. I think it's going to start to get good.

And she ran. The black thing chased her, it's animated body flickering and changing. She turned back and pulled the energy from her surroudings. The trees wilted as the force grew strong and she let go, watching the blue power surge into the thing. She struggled for breath as she ran again. More were coming. She didn't have enough power. She didn't know what to do. She ran through the trees and settled behind a bush, panting and gasping for air. She wrapped her arms around her for warmth. She was cold. So cold. Tymber turned and her eyes settled on those of grey. She felt only sadness as the blast came towards her and she knew it was the end.

And she woke. She quickly sat up and put a hand over her heaving chest. She looked behind at Daire's innocent face, softened in sleep. She lay back again. It was a warm night, but she curled close to Daire's body. A noise made her jump. Tymber looked back. Something was moving towards her. Something black. Adrenaline rushed into her body and she prepared to waken Daire and run.

Do people still want me to write?

If anybody is still reading........:(

But something stopped her. She felt with her mind; felt the living things around her, and quickly identified Staar.
When he got to her he slowed and moved back a little. He flopped on his side and crawled along the ground. When he came to her feet where she had stood, he rolled over and exposed his underparts. Tymber felt the fear inside of him.
I got one, leader. he told her. I finally got one.
Tymber swallowed and tried to keep her calm as she felt ready to cry at the fear she had caused him.
Caught what, dear brother? she mindspoke, softly.
I caught the buck I have been waiting for. He is large. You should see him.
Good for you brother! Quite an accomplishment for only one wolf.
I hope that Presta thinks so. he said.
"Staar..." Tymber said aloud. She looked back as Daire rustled. Staar, I apologize for going into your mind earlier. I should have asked your permission.
Staar avoided her eyes. It is alright, sister. He paused. I felt your happiness, you know. I heard you speak with the beast, Seabring.
Yes. I would never have imagined. Tymber told him.
I felt your happiness again, sometime late.
Yes. We leave with Daire when he goes to be stablehand to the King.
And then --- Staar paused. I am not sure. Almost cold. I felt cold. And frightened. That is really why I came. I saw images in my mind. You ran. I couldn't catch up with you because I was hurt. And -- and then I saw you -- you -- and her... He drifted.
I know. Tymber said. I saw it too.
She put her arm around him and pulled him close to her.
I didn't make it, did I? Tymber asked. Staar didn't answer, as he was already in deep sleep.

Her eyes fluttered open when Daire lightly touched her side. She looked up at him.
"Look." he pointed.
Tymber pushed herself up and looked. Before her, on the other side of the fence, were dozens of sheep. She smiled. Then she saw the lambs. She watched them as they chased eachother around. Suddenly the black one lunged out and grabbed the white. They tumbled in the grass and screamed. Daire jumped up and Tymber followed him as he jumped the fence and went to the lambs. She stayed back and watched Daire. He pushed the black off the body of the white. The white quickly recovered and ran. The black didn't move.
"She's dead." Daire said.
Tymber smiled bittersweetly. "Yes. But we still have the white one."
Daire looked at Tymber strangely. "Yes." he said. "Yes, we do."

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it's good! sorry. i've been meaning to tell you to write more and i didn't notice you had posted. it's really good keep writing!:D

Thanks! :) I thought no one wanted to read it anymore. :o

Tymber helped Daire groom the horses. She put the curry brush back on the shelf. She quickly looked at Daire who was two stalls away from her, then looked back at the horse. She closed her eyes and concentrated. She found this horse's link, and tugged it. The horse shuddered.
What is that? the horse asked.
Tymber grinned with pride. It's me. she said.
The horse looked at her in fascination. I can understand what you say!
Aye. Timber patted his soft velvet nose.
Suddenly a noise made them both jump. Potter had swung open the stable doors. "I'm back early!" he yelled.
Daire went and embraced him. "And?" he asked, excitedly.
"I got the job! I got it!" Potter shouted in happiness.
"You got it? That's marvelous!" Daire yelled back.
Tymber walked out of the stall shyly.
"Tymber!" Potter said. "I got it! I'm the royal stablemaster; can you believe it!"
Tymber grinned. "Yes, I can believe it."
"A celebration!" Daire said. "We must celebrate!"
"Yes!" Potter replied. "I'll get Martha!" He stormed out, yelling Martha's name.
Daire sauntered up to Tymber and grabbed her, lifting her into the air. "We're going to GreyKeep!" he said.
Tymber laughed and put her head back, as Daire swung her, feeling the air flow through her hair. He set her down and said, "Are you going to go home? To say goodbye?"
Tymber thought a moment. "Yes. There is someone I've been meaning to speak with."
"Alright. I assume we leave tomorrow. When will you be back?" he inquired.
"As soon as possible." Tymber pulled away from his grasp and ran to where Seabring was stalled. She jumped on his back and off she rode. She looked down at the empty spot ahead of her. Staar had left during her sleep. Instead of going straight home, she went to Potter's house where he gave her the necklace she'd been promised. Then she went on to the forest.
When she got to the village, she put Seabring in the corral. I'll be back, love. she told him.
I'll be waiting. he replied as she ran off.
"Tymber." Neolyn's voice made her turn. She stood there, looking ever so much taller and stronger than Tymber. Her arm still had not healed. Tymber imagined that Neolyn opened the wound continuously so that it would never heal, giving her everlasting pity. "Where have you been?"
"I go where I please." Tymber said confidently.
"And I suppose you do as your told as well?" Neolyn asked, smiling sweetly.
"What do you mean?" Tymber inquired.
"Berta wants to see you. She wants to know where you've been." Neolyn said sternly.
"Berta can wait. I must see someone." Tymber turned her back and started to go for the middle of the village. She was surprised that Neolyn did nothing to stop her, but went in the direction of their tent. Tymber smelled the food that was cooking and her stomach rumbled. With all that had been going on, she hadn't had much time to eat. She saw the deer over the fire and thought of Staar.
Tymber waited outside of Presta's tent. She busied herself fixing her hair until the tent flap finally lifted. Presta's grand daughter stepped out. "Tymber." she said. She went back in the tent for a moment. She came back out and said, "You may see Elder Presta if you wish."
Tymber thanked her, and stepped inside the tent. Presta sat on the other side of her table, smoking a pipe. The skull was nowhere to be seen, and Tymber wondered what had happened to it.
"The skull was old." Presta said. "I will get a new one, thanks to your Staar."
Tymber wondered how Presta always knew what she was thinking. "Yes." Tymber said. "He wanted to give that deer to you."
"And you have something for me as well?" Presta asked, eyebrows raised. "Let me see it than."
Tymber opened her hands and lay the necklace on the table. "Child..." she drifted. "It's been a long time since I've seen something like this. A long time." She looked into Tymber's eyes deeply for a moment. "Thank you child."
"You are welcome Elder." Tymber smiled.
"You have somewhere to go, no?" Presta asked.
"I do, Elder." Tymber answered.
Presta looked away for a while and then turned back. "It is a good place. This is where you should go."
"And it is alright if I leave as soon as possible?" Tymber asked.
"Yes. It is better. We have little time. Only months. Then it will come." Presta looked into the smoke that she blew.
"It?" Tymber asked, confused.
"I do not know what it is!" Presta yelled, angrily. "But it is coming!" She reached over the table and grabbed Tymber's shoulders. "You must listen to me carefully, child. You are dealing with powers. Evil powers. So evil that your own good may be no use to defeat it." She took a breath. "You are the one. The one with the wolf. You are the wolf child. And no one else. But daughter of a wolf you are not, for he is not a wolf, but a men among men."
Tymber shook her head. Presta was speaking so wildly that she wasn't making any sense.
"You will see. You will see." Presta fell back on her skins. Tymber rushed around the table to the Elder's side and held her hand.
"Elder--"
"Tymber, child..You must find him. He is there. In the prophecy. Find him." Presta whispered hoarsely.
"Find who? Who?!" Tymber cried.
"You must go now. They'll see you here. They'll blame you. Do not trust the cat or the fox." Presta held her hand out, clutching the necklace. It caught on some antlers that lay on the floor. The string snapped and the beads dropped to the ground. The tiny orbs bounced and lay still.
Tymber looked at Presta. The Elder stared ahead blankly. Tymber dropped her hand. She felt the life around her, and didn't feel Presta's essence. She felt cold. So cold. And she ran. She tore open the tent flap and it ripped. She tripped over the opening to the tent. People watched her run and stared. She made it tot the corral. Staar stood there waiting.

MOREMORE!!! did elder die? hurry up and post more!:D

Yeah, she kicked the can lmao. :o I have this bad habit of killing off everyone in my stories LOL.

Ooooh darn, I just realized that I don't have any more story to copy and paste. But I'll get on it soon! I have a pretty good idea of what's going to happen in the future. ;)

Come sister, he said, we must go! Now!
Tymber opened the corral gate and mounted Seabring. She rode out and stopped when she saw Garth. He stood in front of the trees.
"Tymber," he said, "how are you?"
"I'm in a hurry; I must go." Tymber said quickly. She heard shouting coming from the village.
"Why surely whatever happened can be forgiven." he looked over to the village and smiled.
Tymber wan't sure what he meant. "I have to go!" she said.
Seabring twisted and turned. Garth stood in front of the closest opening. He stared into Tymber's eyes. Tymber panted, her breath visible on the air that chilled her and made her face feel frozen.
"Tymber." Garth smiled at her. "Surely you have enough time for me."
"No." Tymber looked both ways, and finally yelled to Seabring, "Go, Seabring, go!"
He kicked off and ran for the trees. Garth jumped out of the way just as soon as Seabrings hooves touched the ground where he stood. Staar followed and then stilled and looked back. Garth stood, staring. His little fox jumped in front of him and sniffed the air ahead. A hand rounded the tree beside him and Neolyn appeared. She stared into Staar's eyes. Staar felt a chill within the deadness of her irises. He turned and ran.

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When Tymber got to Potter's house she decided that none of this had happened. She went and said goodbye to Presta, and Presta is still there, alive and well. None of this happened because it wasn't possible. It just wasn't. She had a future with Daire now. There was no prophecy. Nothing she did would help her tribe. She didn't want to give them help. She realised then that her entire life had been spent trying to get away from them; the better part anyway. What did she have now? She had nothing; no identity.
She took a deep breath and stabled herself. She led Seabring into the stall. "Um, there's some grain there." she told him, pointing to a bucket.
"Tymber, that was quick." Daire said, coming into the stable.
"Yes. There wasn't much to say." Tymber said, her voice wavering.
"Are you alright?" Daire asked, concerned. "You look flushed."
"I-I'm okay; just a touch tired." She smiled lightly.
Daire nodded. "We stayed up late. How about some breakfast?"
"Oh, yes!" Tymber replied. "I'm starving." She pulled his arm toward Potter's house.
They went in the back way and into the kitchen. Tymber helped Sera and Peewee set the table while Daire went upstairs. When everything was set up, Martha yelled for the men to come down. Daire sat beside Tymber and took her hand as they thanked the Gods. Tymber lifted her eyelid and looked at Daire. They had stayed up late, and Tymber was sure she looked horrid, but Daire's looks never failed to be simply beautiful. When he let go of her hand, she knew the prayer had ended and felt guilty that she hadn't paid the God more thanks and Daire less attention. She blushed and secretly wished that her hand was still in his.

Hmmm.....is Garth mean?......i don't know..i guess i'll find out
more please:D

I'm at my aunt's house...I'll try and post some more tomorrow. :)

Hmmm...Garth MIGHT just be mean. ;) Lol.

They got eating. This breakfast was almost as wonderful as the feast Tymber had eaten the day she met Potter. There were bacon, and eggs, and potatoes, and everything that Tymber simply loved, and some things that she had never even seen!
When they were almost done, Daire whispered something to Potter and then excused himself from the table and came back a few seconds later with their harps. He handed Tymber her's. She took it reluctantly.
"Daire -- I-I can't play." Tymber said.
"Why not?" Daire asked, smiling.
"I'll mess up. I always mess up." Tymber said, looking down and feeling her face go red.
Daire leaned in. "No you won't. You'll be fine. " he assured her. "I mess up sometimes too. It's not a bad thing. Just laugh."
Tymber nodded and Daire began playing. She knew when it was her time to start playing but she had missed it. She felt terrible; she had just ruined the music! But Daire kept playing like nothing had happened. He did the introduction over again and this time Tymber was ready. She started playing.
It sounded beautiful. When they were done, everyone clapped. Martha reached over and placed a hand on Tymber's.
"Tymber," she said, "Why you are as good as Daire. But you know what he tells me?"
Tymber shook her head.
"He tells me that you have the voice of an angel, and then some."
Daire coughed and looked away. Tymber laughed at him.
"So," Martha said, "I'd really like to hear you sing."
Tymber stared at her with her mouth agape. "Sing? In front of everyone?"
"You sang for Sear and Peewee, so they say." Martha told her matter-of-factly.
"So I did." Tymber looked down.
"And did it wonderfully." Daire said.
He was enough inspiration for her to burst into song.
For the rest of the morning they all sang. Tymber left after pleading fatigue and lay down in the field she had layed in the night before.

When she woke up, Staar was beside her.
Sister, Staar said, you should not sleep so soundly, for there is danger.
Danger, brother? Tymber asked.
I feel it. It isn't ready yet, but preparing. Can't you feel it, sister?
Tymber felt the life around her and noticed the absence. Everything was far on the other side of the field.
Where is everyone? she asked.
They keep as far from the forest as they can. That's where the danger is. That's where she is. Staar explained.
Tymber nodded. "That's the danger that Presta wanted me away from. The danger that I have to defeat to save my tribe." Memories flooded back but she pushed them away. She needed to repress any of her past feelings and thoughts.
Don't. Staar told her. Remember everything. Remember what your duty is.
"My duty..." Tymber looked down at her hands. I don't want to remember. she mindspoke.
But you must. Staar demanded. To save your tribe. They depend on you.
But I no longer depend on them. Don't you see Staar? I have my own life now. I'm going away tomorrow. I'll be far away from the tribe. Far away from my twin sister and all my other troubles. Tymber told him.
Staar looked into her eyes. Will you? Does your twin sister not have legs and a will that she might travel to where you are? None of your problems might follow you on your journey?
Tymber shook the thought away. "No." she said aloud. "No. Neolyn hates me. She wouldn't follow me."
Hates you, yes, but does she hate the feelings she causes you? No. And you know that she's the one.
"I know no such thing!" Tymber yelled, standing up. "You're right Staar. One problem will follow me, and that's you!"
Staar's eyes looked quickly away and the flash of hurt she caused him branded and singed Tymber's mind like a hot poker.

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We are just sitting here waiting for some more of your story.....

This is so good, please keep it up!

Willie:)

Thanks! :) Here's some more...

I only try to protect you. Staar said, and he quickly ran away.
Tymber let herself drop to the ground and she rested her forehead on her knees. Fooling with the blackness in her mind, she quickly saw some life coming towards her. Feeling it and playing with it's essence, she quickly recognized Daire. She didn't raise her head. She felt the ground shake as he plopped himself down beside her.
"Tymber?" Daire asked. When she didn't answer, he spoke again. "Is something wrong?"
Tymber purposely fell over and let her head rest against Daire's shoulder. "I - I...You wouldn't understand." Tymber explained.
"I think that's what you think. But I'm sure that I will understand if you only tell me." Daire said softly.
Tymber looked up at his eyes, and then let them fall back to the ground. "If I tell you why I'm upset, I'd have to tell you everything."
"Then tell me everything." Daire's concerned eyes searched her face.
Tymber sighed. "I come from a place in the forest."
"I know that." Daire said.
"Just listen." Tymber demanded. "There I lived with my family, and with my people. My tribe."
"Your tribe?" Daire hought a moment. "Wait, do you mean that tribe, where every person has their own animal?"
"Yes." Tymber said slowly. She waited for Daire to nod, and continued. "Staar is a wolf. He is my spirit bond."
Daire's eyes widened. "You mean that - that you can speak with eachother? Communicate?"
Tymber nodded.
"This is very interesting! What does he say to you?" Daire asked, excitedly.
"He says many things. However I became angry at him for something that he told me just now. And I'm afraid I've hurt his feelings." Tymber's eyes started to well.
"There, there." Daire wiped away her tears with his thumb. "He'll forgive you."
Tymber nodded but started to cry. She tried to concentrate and feel Staar, but her body was shaking and therefore rocking the link. She couldn't get a hold.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Daire asked her.
"It was my fault." Tymber told him, pushing her face into his shirt. "I didn't want to admit it. I wanted to push it all away. I killed Presta, and Neolyn is going to kill me. She's the one I saw. It was her eyes. Her eyes that I saw in my dream. They stared straight at me. Sh-she..."
"Calm down, Tymber, girl." Daire stroked her hair. "Would it make you feel any better if we went and searched for Staar?"
Tymber nodded and they walked to the stable. Daire climbed upon the white horse, Chilles. Tymber mounted Seabring and they rode off. Tymber felt Staar. He was in the forest. Seabring felt the sudden shock and stopped. Daire stopped ahead of Tymber.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
Tymber didn't look at him. She stared straight ahead into the forest. "He's in the forest." she said.
"Well then, let's go." Daire said.
Tymber nodded and caught up with him.

Chapter 5

When they made it up to the trees, Tymber felt a strong reluctance. Seabring felt her anxiousness.
Tymber? You do not feel good about this place. Let us leave. he said.
No, Seabring. We must get Staar.
Seabring shook his head and his mane lashed the air, sending a chill towards Tymber. She shivered.
You risk yourself and others for your own guilt. Seabring said. You will feel more guilt if this turns bad.
This will not turn bad! This will not! Tymber shook her head.
Daire pasued ahead of her. "Tymber?"
"I'm fine." Tymber said.
She rode alongside him as they entered the woods. Staar was close. She felt his sadness.
Staar? she called. She pulled her mind into his. He attacked her and drew her away. Tymber's head reeled from the lash and she almost fell from the saddle.
"Whats wrong?" Daire asked Tymber.
Tymber recovered from the attack on her mind. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea." she said. "I-it's dangerous here at night. We should leave."
"Well, if you want to." Daire said. He turned Chilles around and placed a hand on Tymber's shoulder, rubbing it. "You're stressed. I'll fill a warm bath for you when we get to Potter's."
Tymber nodded.
A chill ran through Tymber and she heard a yelp. She felt Staar's adrenaline rush the border of her mind, and she got off Seabring and ran. Seabring followed, clumsily tripping over the brush in his path. Daire's confusion was so much that it hurt her mind, but he got off Chilles and followed.
When Tymber got to where she felt Staar, she didn't see him at first. She saw Neolyn.
Neolyn stepped out from behind a tree and then dissappeared behind another. Tymber turned in circles and saw her everywhere. Wearing a white dress, Neolyn was a ghost against the night. She almost shone.
And Tymber's eyes hurt from the bright accentuation in the darkness.
"Yes, sister."
The voice rang the stillness. Tymber looked back at Daire and he, too, stared around in confusion and fear.
"You thought you had powers? Well."
Tymber's neck ached from twisting and turning it about. "What do you want Neolyn?!" she screamed.
"I know what you want." Neolyn said in a sing-song voice.
"Give him to me." Tymber whispered. "Give him to me NOW!" She screamed with all her anger.
A small laugh erupted the stillness and turned Tymber's echo upon itself. A mixture of noises vibrated and stilled.
"Oh, Tymber, dear."
Tymber felt her mind. She could not find Neolyn's true self, but her essence was everywhere. She latched on to it and tugged. Her mind surged into Neolyn's. She stared through Neolyn's eyes. Her eyes were everywhere. Tymber was at all angles. All eyes focused on Tymber.
She pulled away from Neolyn's mind and grabbed the link again. Into it she threw her feelings of fear, anxiety, and loss.
Neolyn's scream filled the darkness.
Tymber pulled on the link again and this time pushed in love. Something Neolyn had but never felt. Tymber pushed in the love for Staar and the guilt she felt for yelling at him.
Neolyn screamed again.
Weakly, her voice rang out. "I will be back, Tymber. My powers grow, as do your's. We will see who is more powerful in the end. Keep an eye on that precious mutt. He grows too daring." Her presence was gone.