My story

[wolfsoul]

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

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

[wolfsoul]

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.

[wolfsoul]

Where are my readers??? The story is getting good now lol.

[trayi52]

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

This is so good, please keep it up!

Willie

[wolfsoul]

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.

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[wolfsoul]

If no one is going to read it...I guess there's no point in posting it lol.

[G.P.girl]

NOOOOOOOOO i'm still reading! but you post it in too big chuncks and i don't always have time to read it. but it's getting really good! don't stop now!!!

[wolfsoul]

Thanks! Atleast I have someone LOL.

Staar's body flickered and appeared in the centre of the clearing.
Tymber ran over to where he lay and gathered his neck in her arms. She felt his pain. A pain that grew deep inside of him. It was bright and red and hot. Tymber let her mind gather around it and she pressed a blue coolness against it. The pain was numbed, but she realized it would never be completely erased. Neolyn did not cause this pain. Her words, Tymber's own words, caused this terrible red brand that was pressed against his very heart and soul. She knew now, the strength of a spirit bond, and how hurtful the betrayal of the bond truly was. Tymber looked back at Daire, and knew that she loved him. She loved him with all her heart. But she would never love him more than Staar. Never.
Tymber stroked Staar's head, and felt the softness around his ears. He was unconscious, but only out of tiredness. Neolyn's spell, whatever it was, must have taken a toll on Staar's energy.
Daire came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. She felt his hesitation and fear.
"Daire," she whispered, not turning around, "I'm sorry."
Daire didn't answer. He rubbed her back and came in front of her, gently lifting Staar's limp body.
She watched him walk away carrying Staar, and she followed him. Seabring was with Chilles on the other side of the trees. Chilles was nervous and jumped at Daire's appearance from the woods. When Seabring saw Staar in Daire's arms, he quickly trotted up and sniffed at the black wolf. Daire patted the horse's nose.
"He's alright, boy." Daire told him.
When Tymber came out, Seabring ran up to her and lifted her hair with his nose, smelling her neck and face. Tymber didn't smile. "You were right, Seabring." she told him. "I risk others out of my own selfishness. I should never have led Daire or you or Chilles out here. I should have come myself. I was afraid."
"It is okay to be afraid."
Tymber looked behind Seabring and saw Daire looking at her.
"It is not okay." Tymber told him. "Neolyn could have killed us all."
"You didn't know that though." Daire replied.
Tymber looked back at Seabring. "Yes I did." she said in a low voice.
She took Chilles's reigns and led him and Seabring. Daire followed beside them, carrying Staar in his arms. They didn't say another word.
When they got to Potter's, Daire lay Staar in an empty stall and took off on his own.
Tymber's fingers traced Staar's closed eyes. He was so beautiful. Inside and out. And look at her; a world of ugliness. Nothing that her pretty blue eyes and flowing blonde hair could fix. Inside she was in turmoil. She was tired and her shields were weak. Her emotions leaked out of her and caused the horses in the stable to neigh wildy. She felt their anxiety but didn't hear them scream. She blocked out the sound. In a world of deafness, she lay her head on Staar's side and closed her eyes. Her blackness came and the links were there. She stared at them and then went blind. Senseless, but for emotions that pulled at her madly, she slept.

And she dreamt.

Tymber rode out on Seabring. He wore white around his legs and on his back. Tymber looked down at herself and was white. A white army marched in front of her. They didn't see her. Her sword was heavy at her side, and, like her determination, slapped her with every step and made her go on. A black filled the sky. This black was a different colour than the blackness of her mind. It was bright and hurt her eyes. It seared her flesh and made her feel cold. She shivered. So cold.

And the armies clashed. White against black. Black against white. The white was easier to see in the darkness. They were at a disadvantage. And Tymber felt their sorrow. As clear as day, as dark as night, she felt their souls collapse as sorrow overcame them.
She saw them fall as if she were one foot away. She saw their faces as looks of horror clung to them; as each watched their brother die.

Her eyes turned yellow as they faced the eyes of grey that burned her mind. She would not get away with this. Tonight the people win.

And the demons go back to Hell.

[G.P.girl]

more! it's kinda sad! poor staar

[wolfsoul]

Meh, I'll post more later lol.

[wolfsoul]

She awoke. Staar was still sleeping soundly. The horses felt troubled. There was a disturbance in the air, but Tymber dismissed it as she walked to Potter's homely cottage. She looked in the window and saw Martha readying lunch. Martha saw her peek in and opened the door to let Tymber in.
"Tymber," Martha said, "you slept well. We weren't sure to wake you for breakfast. Daire told us that you hadn't slept well these past nights."
"Well," Tymber replied, "I feel very rested now." she smiled lightly.
"Would ye help me set the table?" Marth inquired.
Tymber set the plates out, taking her time. "Where's Daire?" she asked.
"Upstairs talking to Potter." Martha said. "Ye know, he seems a bit distracted."
"Distracted?" Tymber asked.
"Yes." Martha replied. "Well, I suppose that's normal. After all, he will be leaving his hometown. He's lived here his whole life, ye know."
"Really?" Tymber asked, starting to set the cups down. "Where is his family?"
"He has none." Martha replied. "Mother died when he was just a young child. Father couldn't afford to keep him. Just left one night. He's stayed with us ever since. He helps out around the farm, and we fed him in return."
"How terrible that his father just left him!" Tymber exclaimed.
"Well, it's nothin' unusual. Might as well pride myself on being lucky enough to have found a wonderful husband that loves his children dearly." Martha smiled and went on tossing the salad.
Tymber placed the last napkin down and stood a moment in thought. This wasn't the first time she had thought of her father. But this was the first time that she admitted to feeling sorry for herself.
"What about you, child?" Martha asked. "Where is your family?"
Tymber crumpled the napkin in her hand. "I have no family." she told Martha.
Martha didn't reply. She looked at Tymber as Tymber stood there scowling, shook her head and went back to buttering the croissants.
Footsteps erupted as Daire and Potter noisily came down the stairs. Daire looked at Tymber and she quickly avoided his gaze.
"Serah! Peewee! Come and get your lunch!" Martha called.
The two children came giggling down the stairs.
When they ate lunch, they ate it in silence. Daire sat across from Tymber this time. Tymber was glad. The uncomfortable feeling of his hand in her's after what had happened the night before might be too much for Tymber to bare.
When they were done, Daire excused himself and went outside. Tymber turned around in her seat and watched him walk to the stables.
"Are ye done, Tymber?" Martha asked.
Tymber looked down at her empty plate and took her croissant in her hand. "Yes'm." she said. "Please excuse me." She ran outside.
She had almost made it to the stables when she thought for a moment. What would she do once she was in there? Would she apologize, again, for what happened the night before? She felt Daire's uneasiness. She didn't know quite what to say to him. She felt around her and noticed that Staar was awake. He was awake and aware.
Sliding her back down the outside of the stable wall, she sat on the ground. She closed her eyes and saw the blackness.
Staar? she called.
Tymber, you are here. I knew I felt you come. Staar said. Your mate speaks to me.
May I come into your mind for a moment? I'd like to hear for myself what he has to say. Tymber said.
You are welcome in my mind, so long as you ask. Staar approved.
Tymber tugged ther link and felt her mind flow into his with a rush. His vision wobbled some, but she steadied herself and let it still. Staar's eyesight was not good. Colours weren't to be found, except red and yellow that appeared dull. His hearing, however, was exceptional, and Tymber foud nthat she didn't just hear Daire, but she heard the sound of his jaws scrape as he opened and closed his mouth, and the sound of his tongue as it touched the back of his teeth. She heard the rustle as he brushed his hair off of his forehead with his hand. She listened to what he said.
"She said that you could talk to her; understand her. Does that mean you can understand me?"
Staar cocked his head. Tymber's thoughts traveled to Staar's and then he nodded. He only understood because Tymber understood.
"You can!" Daire's eyes widened. He regained his composure. "Then, I trust you understand what happened lastnight."
Staar nodded again.
"You know, it scared me. I still don't know what happened. I really like Tymber --- alot. But I don't know anything about her. I know she's nice, and that she loves animals. And I know that she's practical. She has a way of daydreaming, where she'll just drift off to another world. She sometimes even seems somewhat depressed; sad; that I want to make her happy. And she's beautiful.." Daire looked away and imagined. "She's so beautiful, that the Gods must have crafted her out of stars. So lovely that the sea would part to let her through were she to not have a boat. So gorgeous that she makes me want to sing a million songs." He looked back at Staar. "Are all of these things enough? Should her history really matter? Do I deserve her love as much as I want it?"
Tymber wanted to cry. He loved her.
Staar's hesitation was so strong that it felt like a cutting edge on Tymber's mind. He was never like this. He had an answer to every question. A solution for every doubt. And there he sat, staring up at Daire, unanswering, wavering in his decision, not knowing what to do.
I will never love him more than Staar. He had heard that thought the day before. Never, she had said.
Staar nodded.

[G.P.girl]

Good1 staar is better than daire! but i like daire too

[wolfsoul]

LOL Daire's hot.

[G.P.girl]

yep i think so too