Chapter 1 of ESBook 1 of:The Elemental Stones:The Aane FaeChapter 1A small Dalnian girl, no older than five, awoke to the sun blazing in her face. She brushed her blue hair out of her face, as she rose from her warm bed. She looked like the typical Dalnian: Blue hair, bluish scales down the sides of her face and neck, and brilliant blue eyes. It was now summer outside, the sun shining brightly, even at this hour. Every morning she would jump out of bed, run to find her grandpa, and train her Magic. He would go on about the theories of Magic. For only five, she knew a lot.That morning, Sakena ran as fast as she could to find her grandpa at the kitchen table, eating his breakfast. "Grandpa! Grandpa! You have to teach me more." She shouted for the whole household to hear."All right, Sakena," he chuckled. "After breakfast…"Sakena wolfed down her food as soon as it was laid in front of her. She had to wait at least two years to go to school. But she couldn't help learning all she could from all of
Never Say NoShe feels the fearAnd never does a thing.He touches her hereTaking advantage.I scream at her:"Stand up, fight back"Defending friends,But never herself.Self-respectIs only a phrase to her.Read it in a bookBut its meaning is just myth.There's got to be somewaySomeway she can learn.Someway I can save her.She could never say no.Never say no.She puts on a maskA happy and brave one.She's happier people not knowing.She's happier people not caring.Someone take me broken halfAnd show her what real love is.ConfidenceIs a word to her.Read it in a bookBut its meaning is just myth.There's got to be somewaySomeway she can learn.Someway I can save her.She could never say no.Never say no.
Afraid to WakeThe way you smileThe way you laughHow you say my nameIs all too right.Fitting in my fantasiesMy missing puzzle pieceHow can I fall when this may not be real?Please...just stop me from waking.Leave me.I swear I'm dreaming.I'm scared.What if this isn't real?Afraid that I'll wake up.Terrifyed you don't exist.Don't touch meLet me sleep.Don't shake meI'm dreamingDrug me if it meansI can see youThat I can hold youJust never let me wakeIf none of this is real
Freedom?Freedom of Speech.Words not allowed.Freedom of Speech.Yet phrases unsaid.Freedom of Choice.Within rules.Freedom of Choice.Only when they want it.Hypocrite.Contradict.Why can't we really be free?Why do we always do as they say?Tell me, oh tell meWhat free really means.
My Little EssayLadies and gentlemen, I do not like My Little Pony. I especially do not like its new show, which is the main subject. That said, I bear no ill will toward it beyond the fact that it is simply not my cup of tea. If I were to meet a person who told me they enjoyed the show, I would think of them as my equal whom merely likes something I do not. I have no right to say what they should like or dislike. I have no interest to see My Little Pony, I do not hate it, I do not hate people who enjoy it. But there is something I do hate. I hate that I practically can't go five minutes online anymore without running into this show.I mean my goodness, what has happened here? My Little Pony got a cartoon series about, what, a year or two ago by this point? Well regardless of the short amount of time, it was certainly in no hurry to take over the internet and aim for every corner. Gone are the days where I can browse on DeviantART, safe in the knowledge that I would not run into a character from one o