Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve: All Saints Day

It was a cold fall day that day, Sarah had ballet, and school was getting to be very hard. But Mama was always there to help them, so it was not SO bad, they managed. Rosie did not have any trouble at all doing her work, because it was so easy for her, she was in preschool. Evelyn was teaching her today. Rosie liked Mama better to teach her school, but she excepted it. She finished in about ten minutes, and she was learning about letters and numbers. And it was easy for Evelyn to teach Rosie. Well, in some cases at least, because she also had to do her school too. So all she could do was try to teach her fast. And somehow she had time to do her school, and go outside. After Sarah, Rosie, and Jack finished, they went outside together. They raked up the leaves into one huge big pile and jumped in it, making pretty leaves fall everywhere.

Evelyn saw her siblings outside having so much fun, and wished she would just finish this work, and go outside with them so much. So, she took a break and pulled on her boots, zipped up a jacket on her, went outside, and joined them. But after a little while she had to go inside to finish her school.

Soon, Mama came home and told them it was All Saints Day. They were all so excited, they have not noticed it for all this time, and finally Mama told them. And some of the children were already shouting out what they wanted to be for All Saints Day.

“All right, everyone settle down.” said Mama. And they stopped. She took Sarah, Jack, and the little ones in the attic, where they had all the dress up things. Sarah said she wanted to be Saint Therese. “I think we can do that.” Mama said, smiling at Sarah. And Rosie wanted to be Saint Francis. And soon Mama helped them all to get out what they wanted to be. And everyone was satisfied.

Samuel was Saint Patrick, Isaac was Saint Michael, and Jack was Saint Thomas.

They all tried their best to dress up just like the saints they were going to be.

They had a group in the bas mint of the church called “The homeschooling Group” and they went their every month, and All Saints day. And on All Saints day they would always have a party there. And everyone dressed up as Saints. But the adults usually-of course-did not.

It was always at 1o’clock. All the children were so excited. They all loved All Saints Day. And there would also always be a mass before. And the party would have a lot of fun games. Even sometimes a priest would be there. It was a fun thing for parents, kids, tine agers and a lot of people to do, that were either homeschooled or homeschooling.

Finally it was 1o’clock, an hour after lunch, and everyone got ready, very excited, and got into the van. It was only a little ways from their house and the church.

Before they went to the mass, prayed, and when it was done they went to the basemint of the church. They saw tons of games and food, and there was a priest! Some of the grownups and big kids helped little ones from all over the place do a project.

They saw some of their friends there, and told each other what they were, talked, and played together. It was so fun, for the children, and Mama got to see some people she knew too, and talked with them. After a little while everyone went outside of the church, and played tag and chased each other. There was a little woods at the end of the field, that they children played in.

They stayed for an hour then went home, because they had so much to do at home. But they all had a very fun time.

Maedaeria, Ep. 4

Okay guys! here's more!!! I decided to be in the story... I'm Marinka! You don't get to see much of her in this episode, but she'll appear more later on!

I again apologize for the long delay in introducing MC (Ania) and Bethany (Bethleyom) into the story. It simply means you're going to have a grand entrance!!! ;)

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Marinka peered down at the two elves, her wings quivering with interest. One of the girls had raven black hair; the other dark brown. That they were elves was certain, for they had the tall, graceful forms and the pointed ears, and wore the long, flowing gowns made of a shimmering Elvin material impossible to duplicate.
“Come on, Emily,” the taller one said, as they hurried through the forest on winged feet. “We’ll get it now. The feast starts in an hour.”
“What are you doing out here, Marinka?” The voice was stern, and so was the face.
“Oh, Father,” Marinka turned, her pointed face guilty. “Nothing. I was simply enjoying the cool autumn breeze.”
“You should be out with the others, doing mischief to those who trespass in our forest.” Floritzel frowned at his daughter. “And these wings, ridiculous! Dull, dreary, lifeless brown?”
Marinka looked down at her mouse-brown wings. She blushed.
“Why brown, Marinka? Dirt brown? Look at the beautiful colors around you! Gold, red, brilliant orange, violet, blue, yellow! Fall is full of dazzling colors. Why brown?”
“Father, it’s not my fault if my wings are brown!” Marinka’s wings drooped, her voice low.
“Well, you could at least try and be like other pixies! Why sit here all day, when there is heaps of tomfoolery and mischief to be done! After all, Marinka, you are the daughter of the King of Fairyfolk!”

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Kateri pulled Emily after her.
“We’re almost there,” she smiled.
“I think I hear them calling us,” Emily replied anxiously.
“I hope they won’t be too angry,” Kateri grimaced, looking down at her sodden Elvin gown. “We did get a little grubby, didn’t we?”
“Well, at least we know that baby’s going to be okay!” said Emily.
“That’s true. Now come on!” Kateri sped up, only to abruptly halt. “Do you hear something?”
“No…Why, do you?” Emily whispered, looking nervous.
“I – don’t know. Here, you go on without me. I want to look around.”
“Oh, but Kateri, we’re in enough trouble as it is! You don’t want to be late for the feast too!”
“It will only take a moment….Go on.” Kateri smiled reassuringly at Emily. The younger girl shrugged.
“Alright, but you’d better hurry! See you.” Emily said, before dashing off, waving.

“Hello?” Kateri called. “Anybody there?” Something scuffled behind an enormous tree, shaking leaves and cracking twigs. Kateri slowly crept toward the tree. Peering around it, she saw a horrendous sight. A tall, black figure stood over the fallen body of a young woman, her golden hair spread over her face, concealing her features. The figure, draped in an aged, midnight black cloak, slowly turned, revealing a face swathed in black material, only the beady black eyes visible. Those eyes sent shivers through Kateri’s body. They seemed to peer into her very inner soul. She froze with fright. The creature, the man, or whatever it was, looked at her. Then it slowly, deliberately, turned its back on her, leaning down and picking up the strange woman. It turned once more, looked Kateri in the eye. Suddenly, out of its back, strange, hideous wings sprouted, wings twice the size of the creature itself. It gave Kateri one more searching glance, took a step forward, and whispered. She didn’t understand it, but she knew what it meant.
“You’re next.”

More Info about Characters!

Hey guys!! Sorry, lol, but I found out I need some info about you guys.....

Here are some questions, answer them if you can!!

Are you rebellious? do you follow rules, or do you tend to do things your own way?

Are you patient or impatient?

Do you prefer to do things with help, or by yourself?

Are you reckless and brash, or are you wary and cautious?

Do you think of yourself as responsible, or rather immature?

Do you think things through, or do you act without thought?

I know some of those sound like repeats of the same questions, only worded differently, lol, but they really aren't! :P

THANKS!!

xoxo

Anna

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: Charlotte

Charlotte was now eight months, sweet, pretty, cute, and young. She could laugh, grab, eat, and sit up, and even say a few words. All the girls smooched her cheeks all the time, thinking she was the cutest baby in the world. They all loved her so much. She was the youngest in the family, so innocent, so pure and so tiny. She had rosy, red cheeks all the time, and it seemed like she never, ever cried. No one at all ever wanted to scold her, because she was the cutest little thing in the house. And if they did Charlotte would just smile because she did not know what they mend at all, and the person who scolded her would just laugh.

Sometimes, suddenly she would burst out and say, “Yay!” in such a sweet and cute voice. And t6hen everyone would laugh and Mama would kiss her soft, rosy cheek gently, and say to her, “Oh, honey!” And if someone would just say “hello” to her, she would laugh and gurgle. She sat in her high chair for every meal, and she was so cute and so small in that big high chair. She did not care though. She just loved to be part of the family. And whenever she was with her brothers, sisters, Mama or Papa she was the happiest little baby on earth. And Mama was so happy, too, that her baby was like that. The only time she cried was when someone hurt her or she heard a REALLY loud noise. They always thought it was funny that Charlotte never cried that much at all. And they were all happy themselves that their baby sister was that kind of person.

One day, when Evelyn took her outside, and wind went through Charlotte’s hair, and there was a big breeze, Charlotte laughed harder than she ever did before! It was so cute, so sweet, and adorable that Evelyn laughed herself, very hard, and coughed at her baby sister. She went inside to tell everyone, then they went outside with her and they enjoyed the fall breeze together, and tried to catch leaves. (It was the hardest for Evelyn to do it, because she was holding Charlotte.) But she managed, and Charlotte loved all the moving around. Evelyn gave Charlotte a big kiss on the cheek. She could not bear not doing it, because she was so cute. After a while they did not want to catch leaves anymore, so the boys played tag, and the girls sat, with charlotte, under a tree and wrote in their journals.

Soon, Mama called them in for lunch. And Charlotte recognized Mama’s voice and let out a giggle. And they came inside. Mama had tuna fish sandwiches and tarts for lunch. The tarts were so good, and the children enjoyed every last bite of it. Evelyn, still holding Charlotte, gave her a peace, and she liked so much; she put a smile on her face. And Evelyn looked at her and gave her a smile back.

After the children finished their lunch, they went back outside. The girls finished writing in their journals, and they all played a game of capture the flag. (Without Charlotte, Evelyn took her back inside.)

They had fun hiding the flag, and guarding each other from getting to the other side. And soon, thankfully to the girls, they won! The girls were so happy they won, at least for once, they did.

Mama was sitting on the couch inside, with Charlotte on her lap, sipping coffee. Charlotte saw them outside running around and laughed. Mama laughed at Charlotte, laughing at them. She still thought it was funny that she laughed at everything.

“Oh, do you see them outside?” she said to her sweetly. And Charlotte let a gurgle. It was her way of saying “yes”.

Soon, Mama went to the store with Rosie and Charlotte to get Rosie new ballet tight. She had Helen baby sit for her. Helen said it was her pleasure to do it. She had so much fun being with her siblings, and playing with them.

While Mama was gone, they climbed trees and rode on horses.

Here is an essay I have been working on.

Native American Indies.

Native Americans are

Native American’s lived in different houses according to their lifestyle, needs, and supplies. Indian’s that traveled around a lot Where called The plains Indians, they used teepees made of leather, strings, and wood poles. Plains Indians used these tents for housing because they where easy to carry around.

Indians who intended to stay in one place built large houses called longhouses. Longhouses where used for whole tribes, they where about 20 ft wide and 150 ft long. Some Indians actually lived in marble and stone building’s almost just like our apartments today. I think that is mostly where normal apartments in modern times came from.

Men Of the tribe hunted, fished, made weapon’s, and arrows, they built homes and taught the young boys (usually their nephews and/or sons) the way of the tribe, to hunt, and build. They led them to sheds far into the woods to live alone for a year when they where about 13 to live and learn. When they came back they where called a man. Indian men sang rituals to the gods and also sang when they built. Indian women sang to, of course. But they sang differently, they sang to children and sang when they cooked, also they sewed clothes, blankets, they skinned deer’s, and built fires and pits to cook. The women taught girls to do the same, when boys where very young, they sometimes helped their mothers too. Indians who stayed place to place month’s at a time used wigwams, made from poles, leather and wood. Easy to build and small, the Indies where not burdened building them 2 to 3 times a year.

Indians used canoes to travel and trade across water, they where built from logs and could carry 50 paddlers’, the canoes size ranged from 10 to 25 ft. Larger canoes had crazy amounts of work attached to them, though all the bits and pieces were readily available from the environment. The task involved gathering the bark and root lashings, carving all the manboards and laminating the prowpieces, bending and lashing the gunwales and inserting the hand-carved thwarts, stitching up the seams and gores, ripping and laying the cedar planking, bending and inserting 30 or more ribs, and caulking the seams and holes with pine gum, and finally decorating by etching or painting the bark. Much more than a casual day's work!

The Tomahawk is like hatchet generally used by Native North Americans Pemmican

Dried meat was pounded with a rock until it became powder. Then it was mixed with melted fat and berries. The meat was stored in a parfleche. Pemmican would last for months.

Soup or Stew

Meat was cooked in a sac instead of a cooking pot. The bag was actually the stomach of a bison. The sac was hung on sticks. Red-hot stones were scooped from the campfire and dropped into the sac. The water in the sac hissed, sizzled and boiled. This is how buffalo soup or stew was made. Chunks of meat were cooked with vegetables like the wild turnip.

Grease was collected form bones and animal fat. It was used for frying bannock. Bannock was a type of bread that was cooked over the fire.

Hope you like it!(Tell me if it needs work.)

Maedaeria, Ep. 3

I know, I know. Ridiculous! A third post in ONE DAY??? But I'm just in a posting mood, I guess. And apparently a writing mood too. Here is some more of Maedaeria!! I just wrote it. I know I said the next episode would have Bethany and MC, but it turned out they won't be introduced until the next one, maybe even later!! Ahh!!! SORRY GUYS!!!

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The sun was getting lower in the pale blue sky. The air grew chill and a sharp wind began to blow. Adrastius slowly traveled through the King's forest. He would reach the edge of the forest in less then two hours, but the hike was made more difficult and dangerous because of the child in his arms. It had long been believed by the peasants of Maedaeria that this forest, vast and lush, was enchanted. This belief was only strengthened by the fact that though the land of Maederia grew more barren and empty as the years past, this forest continued to grow and flourish.

During King Syncrad's rule, disaster upon disaster had plagued Maedaeria. Syncrad was an ambitious king; it was his wish to expand Maedaeria as far as the Western Sea, passed the land of Linaeria. Linaeria was a peaceful, prosperous country, one which had never been anything but an ally to Maedaeria. When King Syncrad ascended the throne, he almost immediately declared war on the nation. Already, Maedaeria was suffering from plagues, famines, and countless other evils. It was not hard, therefore, to blame affluent, blooming Linaeria for Maedaeria's troubles. Many people, especially the nobility and gentry, agreed with Syncrad and supported the war. Ever since, war had been a constant. Only the closest of Syncrad's supporters were protected from having their children, at the young age of fourteen, drafted into the war.

Ridiculous taxes were laid upon the Maedaerians, making it impossible for almost anyone to prosper, other than the King and his nobility. To make matters worse, in the last year, a famine, worse than any that had befallen Maedaeria before, had set in. The land was parched by endless, boiling sun. Rain refused to fall; cattle dropped like flies; rivers dried up; fields were wastelands. Only in this forest, secretly known by most as Elvaeria, the land of the Elves, did animals prosperous and multiply, plants grow lush and fertile, and rivers flow fast and brimming over with cool, clear water. Yet none were allowed to enter into this forest, and any who were heard to call it anything but the King's Forest could suffer the penalty of death.

The War had now reached its seventh year. It was an ungodly war, in which countless gruesome horrors had taken place. The Maedaerian soldiers were feared more than death in both Linaeria and Maedaeria. They were trained to be merciless, cruel. Stories of the executions of hundreds of innocent Linaerians were whispered of, as were others tales...tales too grisly, too unimaginable, to utter without quavering. The barbarous, inhumane tactics of the Maedarian forces were one of the only things that kept Linaeria from defeating Maedaeria. As it was, the war was caught in a deadlock. Maedaeria was in the midst of a horrible famine, but it was a much larger, much more populous country than Linaeria, more advanced in weapons and war tactics and with a vast army. Linaeria, on the other hand, had no finely trained soldiers, no ingenious military tactics. It had only a handful of unfailingly patriotic men.

Adrastius leaned against a sturdy tree, staring helplessly at the child. It was screaming. He was in a clearing. The tall, brilliantly foliaged trees leaned in, making a canopy above them. The little bit of daylight left to them filtered through the wide, red, orange and golden leaves, speckling the ground with color. Kateri and Emily sat in the branches of one of the lofty trees, hidden.
"Do you think he'll leave the baby here?" Emily whispered, pulling her shimmering, Elven-made cloak around her shoulders.
"I hope so," Kateri replied, peering down at the man holding the child. "If we don't return soon, people shall start to wonder."
Adrastius stiffened. For the hundredth time that day, he thought he heard whispering; felt as though he were being followed. He glanced around him. What if there were soldiers hiding behind the trees. He shivered, thinking of the horror stories he had heard about Syncrad's soldiers. Nonetheless, he straightened up.
"Who goes there?" he called, trying not to sound as fearful as he was. Though no answer came, he was sure someone was there. "If you wish something from me, come out and ask me face to face! I know you're there!" He looked down at the babe, who continued to wail loudly. "Oh, nevermind," he whispered, holding the child closer to him. "If anyone is there, apparently they don't wish me harm, or they would have attacked me by now. I could hardly get more vulnerable, what with only a bow and a few arrows, and a child to carry. Poor thing, you must be starving." He looked around the clearing, thinking how much more the babe could suffer.

"Where's he going?" Kateri wondered aloud, as the man left the clearing. "This is the perfect place to leave him!"
"He heard us," said Emily, her chin in her hands.
"But how? How can a mere human hear us? We're elves!"
"He doesn't seem so bad, you know," Emily said. "He's really gentle with the baby."
"Yeah, except for the fact that he's planning on leaving him to starve to death somewhere in this forest."


The trees were becoming farther apart, the pathway wider and wider. Surely he was reaching the end of the forest. The baby's relentless screeching made Adrastius' head pound, and his stomach ached from hunger.
"Almost there now, little one," he said softly, smiling at the baby.
"I don't think he's going to leave the baby at all!" Kateri cried.
"I think you're right," Emily sighed happily. "So we don't have to worry about taking the baby to a loving home after all."
"Well, I think we should stay for a bid longer...just to make sure," Kateri said, "After all, he could simply be planning on giving the child a swift death, rather than a drawn out one."
"Ooh, do you think so?" Emily cried, staring at the young man.
"No, I don't. But better safe than sorry. Come on."

The two followed closely behind Adrastius, until at last he reached the very edge of the forest.
"Home is not far from here, little one," he said to the baby, gently caressing his soft head.
"We can't go with him to his house," Kateri said, disappointed.
"Oh, but why?" Emily exclaimed.
"You know what would happen if we were seen, Emily. It would be dreadful. We're never supposed to leave the Elvaeria. Don't worry, I don't think anything will happen to the baby. He's in safe hands now."

It was a short hike from the forest to Adrastius' hut. The baby cried pitifully. Adrastius had little doubt that he had eaten nothing for many, many hours. He hurried as quickly as was humanly possible. At last, he reach the door of the hut, out of breath. He dashed in.

"Audrina!" he called as soon as he entered the small hut. A faint cry reached his ears. "Audrina?" Fear washed over him, a greater fear than any he had experienced that day. He rushed to the tiny cubicle which was the bedroom. A young girl lay on a stack of hay covered with a threadbare blanket. Her face was streaked with tears, and in her arms she held a newborn.
"Adrastius," she sobbed.
"My love, why...our son?" he breathed, looking down at the still baby. But something was wrong. The baby did not stir, nor even seem to breath.

The child in his arms was wailing loudly, and Audrina stared wide eyed, bewildered, at him.
"Where did you find that child?" She cried, trying vainly to sit up. "How...?"
"Audrina, our son..."
Tears shone in Audrina's eyes.
"Stillborn," she whispered.
Adrastius didn't move. He barely breathed. Stillborn?
"Adrastius, the baby...Who's is he? Here....give him to me."
Adrastius, as though in a daze, passed the tiny child to his wife. She quickly began to nurse him. Immediately the babe stopped wailing. Into his own arms Adrastius took the silent, still, white form of his son. How cold he was, how pale. Yet, he was beautiful, perfect.


"Adrastius, this child is at death's door." Audrina's quiet, pain-filled voice brought Adrastius back to life. His wife, delicate, pale, looked beseechingly at him. Her eyes. Never had he seen anything to match her eyes. They seemed to take up her whole face, golden, encircled in long, dark lashes. Some though them grotesque. To Adrastius, there was nothing as beautiful. "Where did he come from?"
"I found him. No... He was given to me."
"Where?" Audrina's large eyes grew still larger.
"I -- I know you don't like me to go into the forest, Audrina...But...I had to, I had to get something for us to eat. I went hunting in Elvaeria. I was caught, and the man, he was no soldier, but a nobleman, threatened to have me hung. Instead, he gave me this child, and told me to leave him in the forest to starve. He said if I didn't, the penalty would be severe."
Audrina looked down at the child.
"You can't. We can't do that, Adrastius."
"No, I know that. But he expects proof... He will be back in three days to see the child's body."
Audrina's golden eyes shimmered.
"These clothes are finely made," she said, fingering the newborn's beautiful, silken dress, and his lovely blanket. "Surely the dress of a nobleman's child. Why would they wish him killed? He is beautiful, strong. He is protected, by someone, something...How else could he have stayed alive, with no mother, no food for nearly a whole day? He is meant to live, Adrastius."
Adrastius did not reply. He was staring at his own son.
"I know what we can do," he said.

Part Seven of In The search of Elves

Here's the next part of In The Search of Elves. And here's the last part I posted. Oh! Guess what? I FINISHED it!!! I've been re-writing it all summer... hehehe! It's finally done! Tell me what you think! Thanks!


It was decided that Elsa and Grandfather would escape in one week's time. For that day was a great Inarian feast day, and since they'd all be so busy celebrating, it would be easier to get out.

Carefully, Grandfather and Father made plans, of where they would try to go. There were several mountain ranges and large forests they knew of. all of them would have to be searched.

That week many things were done. Elsa was given a new dress of dark green velvet like cloth, a purple cloak, and a large satchel made of tanned leather. Supplies were bought secretly and packed up carefully. They would leave late in the evening.

It felt like that day would never come, but at last it did.

Elsa stood on the porch in the moonlight. She hugged Mother and Father tightly.

"Behave yourself." said Father "And think before you act or speak."

"Stay safe, love." said Mother "Listen carefully to anybody you talk to, whether it be Grandfather or a stranger. And heed your Grandfather, always do as he tells you."

"I will. I promise." said Elsa

Fabry came onto the porch. Her beautiful eyes wild with excitement. What was going on?Every bit of her seemed to be rejoicing about something. She hugged Elsa tightly, whispering good bye and the best of luck. Then very quickly, so her parents wouldn't hear, she whispered "Elsa, I'm engaged! Joule just asked me, not an hour ago!"

"Oh! Wonderful! Will you be married soon? Before I come back?"

"Probably, I'm sorry, Elsa."

"That's alright, I understand."

"He wishes you the best of luck on your journey." then Fabry hugged her even tighter "Stay safe, little sister. I'm going to miss you!"

The two hugged tightly, as if they never wanted to let go. But Elsa had to leave. Slowly she walked down the steps.

Looking behind her as she left. Taking one last look at Mother and Father. And one last look at her beautiful big sister, he now had a shining ring on her finger.

Walking behind Grandfather, their journey began.

They were in the search of elves at last.