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Rex Havoc
A clean and currently empty thread to begin story line number 4! clapping.gif

OK, Dragonkin, we await your new beginning! whistling.gif
Dragonkin
(But we haven't finished the last one, silly. bleh.gif But, here goes...)

Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.
Rex Havoc
oops !

Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.
The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual.
Dragonkin
Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.
The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.
gaiasmaiden
Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.
The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.
"What shall I find after all this time away?"
Rex Havoc
Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.
The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.
"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heals as he continued westward.
gaiasmaiden
Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.
The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.
"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heals as he continued westward. It seems as tho it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path.
Rex Havoc
Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.
The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.
"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heals as he continued westward. It seems as tho it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20.
Ayli
Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.

The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.

"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heals as he continued westward. It seems as though it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20. Sudden flow of memories fills his vision:
Dragonkin
Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.

The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.

"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heals as he continued westward. It seems as though it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surrounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20. Sudden flow of memories fills his vision: the first time he met Zandi, the sight of the DRC working to clear the city, the flowing of life into the once dead city, reborn into a new civilization built upon the discovery and exploration of the old.



(You know something. Thinking that this story would take a different turn from what I thought when beginning, I started a story with the first line, and, you know what, they aren't too much different. One is just dark while the other, so far, seems to be light. Great minds think alike, eh? biggrin.gif )
Rex Havoc
Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.

The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.

"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heals as he continued westward. It seems as though it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surrounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20. Sudden flow of memories fills his vision: the first time he met Zandi, the sight of the DRC working to clear the city, the flowing of life into the once dead city, reborn into a new civilization built upon the discovery and exploration of the old. As he walked along, he wondered what he would find, if anything at all. Would there be life or just an empty space, devoid of all but the echos of time.
Dragonkin
Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.

The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.

"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heals as he continued westward. It seems as though it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surrounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20. Sudden flow of memories fills his vision: the first time he met Zandi, the sight of the DRC working to clear the city, the flowing of life into the once dead city, reborn into a new civilization built upon the discovery and exploration of the old. As he walked along, he wondered what he would find, if anything at all. Would there be life or just an empty space, devoid of all but the echos of time. With a sigh of longing, the traveler descended the wooden ladder, into the moon lit recesses of the cleft.
Rex Havoc
Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.

The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.

"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heals as he continued westward. It seems as though it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surrounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20. Sudden flow of memories fills his vision: the first time he met Zandi, the sight of the DRC working to clear the city, the flowing of life into the once dead city, reborn into a new civilization built upon the discovery and exploration of the old. As he walked along, he wondered what he would find, if anything at all. Would there be life or just an empty space, devoid of all but the echos of time. With a sigh of longing, the traveler descended the wooden ladder, into the moon lit recesses of the cleft. The avalanche of memories almost knocked him off his feet. Grasping a hold of a nearby stone out crop, he looked around.
Dragonkin
Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.

The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.

"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heals as he continued westward. It seems as though it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surrounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20. Sudden flow of memories fills his vision: the first time he met Zandi, the sight of the DRC working to clear the city, the flowing of life into the once dead city, reborn into a new civilization built upon the discovery and exploration of the old. As he walked along, he wondered what he would find, if anything at all. Would there be life or just an empty space, devoid of all but the echos of time. With a sigh of longing, the traveler descended the wooden ladder, into the moon lit recesses of the cleft. The avalanche of memories almost knocked him off his feet. Grasping a hold of a nearby stone out crop, he looked around. The echoes of laughter flitted through the air as he watched himself and a few friends playing tag within the cavern. Closing his eyes, Dralesh cast his mind back into the past. Opening his eyes, again, he continued on.


Bout time he got a name. bleh.gif Dralesh okay?
Rex Havoc
Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.

The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.

"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heals as he continued westward. It seems as though it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surrounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20. Sudden flow of memories fills his vision: the first time he met Zandi, the sight of the DRC working to clear the city, the flowing of life into the once dead city, reborn into a new civilization built upon the discovery and exploration of the old. As he walked along, he wondered what he would find, if anything at all. Would there be life or just an empty space, devoid of all but the echos of time. With a sigh of longing, the traveler descended the wooden ladder, into the moon lit recesses of the cleft. The avalanche of memories almost knocked him off his feet. Grasping a hold of a nearby stone out crop, he looked around. The echoes of laughter flitted through the air as he watched himself and a few friends playing tag within the cavern. Closing his eyes, Dralesh cast his mind back into the past. Opening his eyes, again, he continued on. The opening in the earth was cool, has he remembered it; a respite from the searing heat that could overwhelm the surface. He made his way to 'his' room first.
Dragonkin
Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.

The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.

"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heels as he continued westward. It seems as though it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surrounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20. Sudden flow of memories fills his vision: the first time he met Zandi, the sight of the DRC working to clear the city, the flowing of life into the once dead city, reborn into a new civilization built upon the discovery and exploration of the old. As he walked along, he wondered what he would find, if anything at all. Would there be life or just an empty space, devoid of all but the echos of time. With a sigh of longing, the traveler descended the wooden ladder, into the moon lit recesses of the cleft. The avalanche of memories almost knocked him off his feet. Grasping a hold of a nearby stone out crop, he looked around. The echoes of laughter flitted through the air as he watched himself and a few friends playing tag within the cavern. Closing his eyes, Dralesh cast his mind back into the past. Opening his eyes, again, he continued on. The opening in the earth was cool, as he remembered it; a respite from the searing heat that could overwhelm the surface. He made his way to 'his' room first.
The cool alcove were he slept most nights was just the way he left it that night. His bed still made, his fire marble lamp still on the desk. Though the ink in his inkwell was dry, and the linen musty from lack of use, the feel of home was still there, warm and comforting. Taking his journal from the desktop, Dralesh moved to continue on.
Rex Havoc
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Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.

The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.

"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heels as he continued westward. It seems as though it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surrounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20. Sudden flow of memories fills his vision: the first time he met Zandi, the sight of the DRC working to clear the city, the flowing of life into the once dead city, reborn into a new civilization built upon the discovery and exploration of the old. As he walked along, he wondered what he would find, if anything at all. Would there be life or just an empty space, devoid of all but the echos of time. With a sigh of longing, the traveler descended the wooden ladder, into the moon lit recesses of the cleft. The avalanche of memories almost knocked him off his feet. Grasping a hold of a nearby stone out crop, he looked around. The echoes of laughter flitted through the air as he watched himself and a few friends playing tag within the cavern. Closing his eyes, Dralesh cast his mind back into the past. Opening his eyes, again, he continued on. The opening in the earth was cool, as he remembered it; a respite from the searing heat that could overwhelm the surface. He made his way to 'his' room first.


The cool alcove where he slept most nights was just the way he left it that night. His bed still made, his fire marble lamp still on the desk. Though the ink in his inkwell was dry, and the linen musty from lack of use, the feel of home was still there, warm and comforting. Taking his journal from the desktop, Dralesh moved to continue on. The leather binding felt comforting in his hands. His journal had been a companion back, when the ink well was full, accepting thoughts, feelings and concerns from Dralesh, allowing him to release and move forward. Glad that he had brought with him, a pen, Dralesh retrieved it. Sitting at his desk, he lit the fire marble and continued his entries. The time that had passed, seemingly compressed to days instead of years.
Dragonkin
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Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.

The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.

"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heels as he continued westward. It seems as though it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surrounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20. Sudden flow of memories fills his vision: the first time he met Zandi, the sight of the DRC working to clear the city, the flowing of life into the once dead city, reborn into a new civilization built upon the discovery and exploration of the old. As he walked along, he wondered what he would find, if anything at all. Would there be life or just an empty space, devoid of all but the echos of time. With a sigh of longing, the traveler descended the wooden ladder, into the moon lit recesses of the cleft. The avalanche of memories almost knocked him off his feet. Grasping a hold of a nearby stone out crop, he looked around. The echoes of laughter flitted through the air as he watched himself and a few friends playing tag within the cavern. Closing his eyes, Dralesh cast his mind back into the past. Opening his eyes, again, he continued on. The opening in the earth was cool, as he remembered it; a respite from the searing heat that could overwhelm the surface. He made his way to 'his' room first.


The cool alcove where he slept most nights was just the way he left it that night. His bed still made, his fire marble lamp still on the desk. Though the ink in his inkwell was dry, and the linen musty from lack of use, the feel of home was still there, warm and comforting. Taking his journal from the desktop, Dralesh moved to continue on. The leather binding felt comforting in his hands. His journal had been a companion back when the ink well was full, accepting thoughts, feelings and concerns from Dralesh, allowing him to release and move forward. Glad that he had brought with him a pen, Dralesh retrieved it. Sitting at his desk, he lit the fire marble and continued his entries. The time that had passed, seemingly compressed to days instead of years. The pen scratched across the paper's surface as a compilation entry was written, explaining all the wonders that had occurred to him since his departure from the land of the D'ni. Marraige, children, success. All these were logged into the long unused book, and much more. As the ink was drying on the final page, Dralesh look out of the alcove into the sky. The stars had begun to fade as a new day dawned on the world. Drawn from the writing, Dralesh laid his book and pen aside and rested on his old bed. Soon, he was asleep.


(remeber me mention that I was writing a parrallel story? Well, the beginning is now in Atrisians. Enjoy... But be warned. It is very, VERY dark.)
Rex Havoc
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Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.

The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.

"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heels as he continued westward. It seems as though it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surrounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20. Sudden flow of memories fills his vision: the first time he met Zandi, the sight of the DRC working to clear the city, the flowing of life into the once dead city, reborn into a new civilization built upon the discovery and exploration of the old. As he walked along, he wondered what he would find, if anything at all. Would there be life or just an empty space, devoid of all but the echos of time. With a sigh of longing, the traveler descended the wooden ladder, into the moon lit recesses of the cleft. The avalanche of memories almost knocked him off his feet. Grasping a hold of a nearby stone out crop, he looked around. The echoes of laughter flitted through the air as he watched himself and a few friends playing tag within the cavern. Closing his eyes, Dralesh cast his mind back into the past. Opening his eyes, again, he continued on. The opening in the earth was cool, as he remembered it; a respite from the searing heat that could overwhelm the surface. He made his way to 'his' room first.


The cool alcove where he slept most nights was just the way he left it that night. His bed still made, his fire marble lamp still on the desk. Though the ink in his inkwell was dry, and the linen musty from lack of use, the feel of home was still there, warm and comforting. Taking his journal from the desktop, Dralesh moved to continue on. The leather binding felt comforting in his hands. His journal had been a companion back when the ink well was full, accepting thoughts, feelings and concerns from Dralesh, allowing him to release and move forward. Glad that he had brought with him a pen, Dralesh retrieved it. Sitting at his desk, he lit the fire marble and continued his entries. The time that had passed, seemingly compressed to days instead of years. The pen scratched across the paper's surface as a compilation entry was written, explaining all the wonders that had occurred to him since his departure from the land of the D'ni. Marraige, children, success. All these were logged into the long unused book, and much more. As the ink was drying on the final page, Dralesh look out of the alcove into the sky. The stars had begun to fade as a new day dawned on the world. Drawn from the writing, Dralesh laid his book and pen aside and rested on his old bed. Soon, he was asleep.

The sun rose, as it had since creation, slowly rising in the east, its rays spilling into the cleft, more and more, as it rose higher in the sky. Dralesh stirred as the shaft of light nudged him out of slumber. Sitting up, he reached for his pack, getting only air. Looking down and seeing nothing, sent a shot of adrenalin through his system. The panic mode quickly subsided as he located the pack, on the desk, across the room. He got up to check it and retrieved something to break his nighttime fast. "I am certain I left this next to the bed." Dralesh said out loud. But as he continued to ponder the mystery, he became less certain. After all, nothing seemed to be missing from the pack and he was alone, right?! Perhaps I was more tired than I thought...
Dragonkin
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Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.

The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.

"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heels as he continued westward. It seems as though it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surrounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20. Sudden flow of memories fills his vision: the first time he met Zandi, the sight of the DRC working to clear the city, the flowing of life into the once dead city, reborn into a new civilization built upon the discovery and exploration of the old. As he walked along, he wondered what he would find, if anything at all. Would there be life or just an empty space, devoid of all but the echos of time. With a sigh of longing, the traveler descended the wooden ladder, into the moon lit recesses of the cleft. The avalanche of memories almost knocked him off his feet. Grasping a hold of a nearby stone out crop, he looked around. The echoes of laughter flitted through the air as he watched himself and a few friends playing tag within the cavern. Closing his eyes, Dralesh cast his mind back into the past. Opening his eyes, again, he continued on. The opening in the earth was cool, as he remembered it; a respite from the searing heat that could overwhelm the surface. He made his way to 'his' room first.


The cool alcove where he slept most nights was just the way he left it that night. His bed still made, his fire marble lamp still on the desk. Though the ink in his inkwell was dry, and the linen musty from lack of use, the feel of home was still there, warm and comforting. Taking his journal from the desktop, Dralesh moved to continue on. The leather binding felt comforting in his hands. His journal had been a companion back when the ink well was full, accepting thoughts, feelings and concerns from Dralesh, allowing him to release and move forward. Glad that he had brought with him a pen, Dralesh retrieved it. Sitting at his desk, he lit the fire marble and continued his entries. The time that had passed, seemingly compressed to days instead of years. The pen scratched across the paper's surface as a compilation entry was written, explaining all the wonders that had occurred to him since his departure from the land of the D'ni. Marraige, children, success. All these were logged into the long unused book, and much more. As the ink was drying on the final page, Dralesh look out of the alcove into the sky. The stars had begun to fade as a new day dawned on the world. Drawn from the writing, Dralesh laid his book and pen aside and rested on his old bed. Soon, he was asleep.

The sun rose, as it had since creation, slowly rising in the east, its rays spilling into the cleft, more and more, as it rose higher in the sky. Dralesh stirred as the shaft of light nudged him out of slumber. Sitting up, he reached for his pack, getting only air. Looking down and seeing nothing, sent a shot of adrenalin through his system. The panic mode quickly subsided as he located the pack, on the desk, across the room. He got up to check it and retrieved something to break his nighttime fast. "I am certain I left this next to the bed." Dralesh said out loud. But as he continued to ponder the mystery, he became less certain. After all, nothing seemed to be missing from the pack and he was alone, right?! Perhaps I was more tired than I thought...
"Mornin', sleepy-head!" A lilting feminine voice called from outside the alcove. With a smile stretching across his face, Dralesh burst from his room and into the open arms of his friend N'tasha. The hug was strong and deep as they held on. With a beaming smile, N'tasha pushed him to arms length and looked him up and down. "How long has it been now? A year? Two?"
"Too long." Was Dralesh's enthusiastic reply. "What have you been doing these past odd years?"
"Besides the restoration?" N'tasha asked, leading Dralesh toward Atrius' old room, arm in arm. "Well..." With a mischievous grin, she spun in front of Dralesh and displayed her golden wedding band.
"You and Mark finally tied the knot!?"
"Just last year. We were wed in Eder Gira."
Rex Havoc
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Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.

The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.

"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heels as he continued westward. It seems as though it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surrounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20. Sudden flow of memories fills his vision: the first time he met Zandi, the sight of the DRC working to clear the city, the flowing of life into the once dead city, reborn into a new civilization built upon the discovery and exploration of the old. As he walked along, he wondered what he would find, if anything at all. Would there be life or just an empty space, devoid of all but the echos of time. With a sigh of longing, the traveler descended the wooden ladder, into the moon lit recesses of the cleft. The avalanche of memories almost knocked him off his feet. Grasping a hold of a nearby stone out crop, he looked around. The echoes of laughter flitted through the air as he watched himself and a few friends playing tag within the cavern. Closing his eyes, Dralesh cast his mind back into the past. Opening his eyes, again, he continued on. The opening in the earth was cool, as he remembered it; a respite from the searing heat that could overwhelm the surface. He made his way to 'his' room first.

The cool alcove where he slept most nights was just the way he left it that night. His bed still made, his fire marble lamp still on the desk. Though the ink in his inkwell was dry, and the linen musty from lack of use, the feel of home was still there, warm and comforting. Taking his journal from the desktop, Dralesh moved to continue on. The leather binding felt comforting in his hands. His journal had been a companion back when the ink well was full, accepting thoughts, feelings and concerns from Dralesh, allowing him to release and move forward. Glad that he had brought with him a pen, Dralesh retrieved it. Sitting at his desk, he lit the fire marble and continued his entries. The time that had passed, seemingly compressed to days instead of years. The pen scratched across the paper's surface as a compilation entry was written, explaining all the wonders that had occurred to him since his departure from the land of the D'ni. Marraige, children, success. All these were logged into the long unused book, and much more. As the ink was drying on the final page, Dralesh look out of the alcove into the sky. The stars had begun to fade as a new day dawned on the world. Drawn from the writing, Dralesh laid his book and pen aside and rested on his old bed. Soon, he was asleep.


The sun rose, as it had since creation, slowly rising in the east, its rays spilling into the cleft, more and more, as it rose higher in the sky. Dralesh stirred as the shaft of light nudged him out of slumber. Sitting up, he reached for his pack, getting only air. Looking down and seeing nothing, sent a shot of adrenalin through his system. The panic mode quickly subsided as he located the pack, on the desk, across the room. He got up to check it and retrieved something to break his nighttime fast. "I am certain I left this next to the bed." Dralesh said out loud. But as he continued to ponder the mystery, he became less certain. After all, nothing seemed to be missing from the pack and he was alone, right?! Perhaps I was more tired than I thought...
"Mornin', sleepy-head!" A lilting feminine voice called from outside the alcove. With a smile stretching across his face, Dralesh burst from his room and into the open arms of his friend N'tasha. The hug was strong and deep as they held on. With a beaming smile, N'tasha pushed him to arms length and looked him up and down. "How long has it been now? A year? Two?"
"Too long." Was Dralesh's enthusiastic reply. "What have you been doing these past odd years?"
"Besides the restoration?" N'tasha asked, leading Dralesh toward Atrius' old room, arm in arm. "Well..." With a mischievous grin, she spun in front of Dralesh and displayed her golden wedding band.
"You and Mark finally tied the knot!?"
"Just last year. We were wed in Eder Gira."
"So, you gave up on me, did you?" Dralesh grinned and winked at N'tasha. "I so wish I could have been there for it, I am sure it was beautiful."
"Yes, we were even able to halt the storms during our ceremony! We said our vows by the fountain and had our reception over the pond! It would have been wonderful if you had been able to attend. Mark and I had no idea of how to reach you. You know, Mark had wanted you as the Best Man. His cousin, Boris, filled in instead; he did a good job."
Dralesh could not take his eyes off the slender form that stood before him. So many times he had invisioned himself standing next to her on the alter, but work and study made sure that would not happen
Rex Havoc
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Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.

The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.

"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heels as he continued westward. It seems as though it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surrounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20. Sudden flow of memories fills his vision: the first time he met Zandi, the sight of the DRC working to clear the city, the flowing of life into the once dead city, reborn into a new civilization built upon the discovery and exploration of the old. As he walked along, he wondered what he would find, if anything at all. Would there be life or just an empty space, devoid of all but the echos of time. With a sigh of longing, the traveler descended the wooden ladder, into the moon lit recesses of the cleft. The avalanche of memories almost knocked him off his feet. Grasping a hold of a nearby stone out crop, he looked around. The echoes of laughter flitted through the air as he watched himself and a few friends playing tag within the cavern. Closing his eyes, Dralesh cast his mind back into the past. Opening his eyes, again, he continued on. The opening in the earth was cool, as he remembered it; a respite from the searing heat that could overwhelm the surface. He made his way to 'his' room first.

The cool alcove where he slept most nights was just the way he left it that night. His bed still made, his fire marble lamp still on the desk. Though the ink in his inkwell was dry, and the linen musty from lack of use, the feel of home was still there, warm and comforting. Taking his journal from the desktop, Dralesh moved to continue on. The leather binding felt comforting in his hands. His journal had been a companion back when the ink well was full, accepting thoughts, feelings and concerns from Dralesh, allowing him to release and move forward. Glad that he had brought with him a pen, Dralesh retrieved it. Sitting at his desk, he lit the fire marble and continued his entries. The time that had passed, seemingly compressed to days instead of years. The pen scratched across the paper's surface as a compilation entry was written, explaining all the wonders that had occurred to him since his departure from the land of the D'ni. Marraige, children, success. All these were logged into the long unused book, and much more. As the ink was drying on the final page, Dralesh look out of the alcove into the sky. The stars had begun to fade as a new day dawned on the world. Drawn from the writing, Dralesh laid his book and pen aside and rested on his old bed. Soon, he was asleep.


The sun rose, as it had since creation, slowly rising in the east, its rays spilling into the cleft, more and more, as it rose higher in the sky. Dralesh stirred as the shaft of light nudged him out of slumber. Sitting up, he reached for his pack, getting only air. Looking down and seeing nothing, sent a shot of adrenalin through his system. The panic mode quickly subsided as he located the pack, on the desk, across the room. He got up to check it and retrieved something to break his nighttime fast. "I am certain I left this next to the bed." Dralesh said out loud. But as he continued to ponder the mystery, he became less certain. After all, nothing seemed to be missing from the pack and he was alone, right?! Perhaps I was more tired than I thought...
"Mornin', sleepy-head!" A lilting feminine voice called from outside the alcove. With a smile stretching across his face, Dralesh burst from his room and into the open arms of his friend N'tasha. The hug was strong and deep as they held on. With a beaming smile, N'tasha pushed him to arms length and looked him up and down. "How long has it been now? A year? Two?"
"Too long." Was Dralesh's enthusiastic reply. "What have you been doing these past odd years?"
"Besides the restoration?" N'tasha asked, leading Dralesh toward Atrius' old room, arm in arm. "Well..." With a mischievous grin, she spun in front of Dralesh and displayed her golden wedding band.
"You and Mark finally tied the knot!?"
"Just last year. We were wed in Eder Gira."
"So, you gave up on me, did you?" Dralesh grinned and winked at N'tasha. "I so wish I could have been there for it, I am sure it was beautiful."
"Yes, we were even able to halt the storms during our ceremony! We said our vows by the fountain and had our reception over the pond! It would have been wonderful if you had been able to attend. Mark and I had no idea of how to reach you. You know, Mark had wanted you as the Best Man. His cousin, Boris, filled in instead; he did a good job."
Dralesh could not take his eyes off the slender form that stood before him. So many times he had invisioned himself standing next to her on the alter, but work and study made sure that would not happen.

"I feel congratulations are in order for you, too." N'tasha nodded toward the desk and the open Journal. "Two children and, I'm sure, a lovely wife." N'tasha noticed Dralesh was sitting there, staring at the Journal, not saying anything. "Oh, my, I hope I didn't intrude. You were sleeping so soundly when I arrived and I didn't want to wake you. I'm so sorry if I read something I should not have."
"Certainly not!" Dralesh finally spoke. "I was just realising how much has transpired since I last saw you. It seems like only yesterday but so much has happened. Yes, I do have a family, now, and yes, my wife is beautiful, at least I think so." Dralesh said this all the while blushing brightly. If you did make it through that, you are caught up on the highlights of my life, so far. You will have to catch me up on yours; well other than your marriage to Mark!" Dralesh smiled as did N'tasha, as she sat down next to him and began to fill him in.
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Across the cold night desert, the lonely wind blew, carrying with it the dreams of a world.

The stars twinkled down from above, seemly brighter than usual. Reflected in the eyes of a lone traveler, the stars danced across the desert, headed toward the cleft.

"What shall I find after all this time away?" he mused, as he methodically placed one foot in front of the other. The coolness of the desert night nipping at his heels as he continued westward. It seems as though it was a lifetime since he had last walked this path. Had it actually been 12 years? The circumstances surrounding this visit, though, were more of a mending nature than of exploration, as it had been when he was 20. Sudden flow of memories fills his vision: the first time he met Zandi, the sight of the DRC working to clear the city, the flowing of life into the once dead city, reborn into a new civilization built upon the discovery and exploration of the old. As he walked along, he wondered what he would find, if anything at all. Would there be life or just an empty space, devoid of all but the echos of time. With a sigh of longing, the traveler descended the wooden ladder, into the moon lit recesses of the cleft. The avalanche of memories almost knocked him off his feet. Grasping a hold of a nearby stone out crop, he looked around. The echoes of laughter flitted through the air as he watched himself and a few friends playing tag within the cavern. Closing his eyes, Dralesh cast his mind back into the past. Opening his eyes, again, he continued on. The opening in the earth was cool, as he remembered it; a respite from the searing heat that could overwhelm the surface. He made his way to 'his' room first.

The cool alcove where he slept most nights was just the way he left it that night. His bed still made, his fire marble lamp still on the desk. Though the ink in his inkwell was dry, and the linen musty from lack of use, the feel of home was still there, warm and comforting. Taking his journal from the desktop, Dralesh moved to continue on. The leather binding felt comforting in his hands. His journal had been a companion back when the ink well was full, accepting thoughts, feelings and concerns from Dralesh, allowing him to release and move forward. Glad that he had brought with him a pen, Dralesh retrieved it. Sitting at his desk, he lit the fire marble and continued his entries. The time that had passed, seemingly compressed to days instead of years. The pen scratched across the paper's surface as a compilation entry was written, explaining all the wonders that had occurred to him since his departure from the land of the D'ni. Marraige, children, success. All these were logged into the long unused book, and much more. As the ink was drying on the final page, Dralesh look out of the alcove into the sky. The stars had begun to fade as a new day dawned on the world. Drawn from the writing, Dralesh laid his book and pen aside and rested on his old bed. Soon, he was asleep.

The sun rose, as it had since creation, slowly rising in the east, its rays spilling into the cleft, more and more, as it rose higher in the sky. Dralesh stirred as the shaft of light nudged him out of slumber. Sitting up, he reached for his pack, getting only air. Looking down and seeing nothing, sent a shot of adrenalin through his system. The panic mode quickly subsided as he located the pack, on the desk, across the room. He got up to check it and retrieved something to break his nighttime fast. "I am certain I left this next to the bed." Dralesh said out loud. But as he continued to ponder the mystery, he became less certain. After all, nothing seemed to be missing from the pack and he was alone, right?! Perhaps I was more tired than I thought...
"Mornin', sleepy-head!" A lilting feminine voice called from outside the alcove. With a smile stretching across his face, Dralesh burst from his room and into the open arms of his friend N'tasha. The hug was strong and deep as they held on. With a beaming smile, N'tasha pushed him to arms length and looked him up and down. "How long has it been now? A year? Two?"
"Too long." Was Dralesh's enthusiastic reply. "What have you been doing these past odd years?"
"Besides the restoration?" N'tasha asked, leading Dralesh toward Atrius' old room, arm in arm. "Well..." With a mischievous grin, she spun in front of Dralesh and displayed her golden wedding band.
"You and Mark finally tied the knot!?"
"Just last year. We were wed in Eder Gira."
"So, you gave up on me, did you?" Dralesh grinned and winked at N'tasha. "I so wish I could have been there for it, I am sure it was beautiful."
"Yes, we were even able to halt the storms during our ceremony! We said our vows by the fountain and had our reception over the pond! It would have been wonderful if you had been able to attend. Mark and I had no idea of how to reach you. You know, Mark had wanted you as the Best Man. His cousin, Boris, filled in instead; he did a good job."
Dralesh could not take his eyes off the slender form that stood before him. So many times he had invisioned himself standing next to her on the alter, but work and study made sure that would not happen.


"I feel congratulations are in order for you, too." N'tasha nodded toward the desk and the open Journal. "Two children and, I'm sure, a lovely wife." N'tasha noticed Dralesh was sitting there, staring at the Journal, not saying anything. "Oh, my, I hope I didn't intrude. You were sleeping so soundly when I arrived and I didn't want to wake you. I'm so sorry if I read something I should not have."
"Certainly not!" Dralesh finally spoke. "I was just realising how much has transpired since I last saw you. It seems like only yesterday but so much has happened. Yes, I do have a family, now, and yes, my wife is beautiful, at least I think so." Dralesh said this all the while blushing brightly. "The two kids are from my wifes first marriage, but I love them as if they were my own. We get alone great! If you did make it through that, you are caught up on the highlights of my life, so far. You will have to catch me up on yours; well other than your marriage to Mark!" Dralesh smiled as did N'tasha, as she sat down next to him and began to fill him in.

"Well", N'tasha started, "Mark is the biggest thing to happen to me. Again, I am so sorry I couldn't reach you. We currently have an apartment in A'gura but have both kept our Reltos, at least for now. Since Mark's was much more 'filled out' we tend to visit there when we need to get away. He has added so much to the original dwelling. His construction knowledge, because of his work with the DRC, is proving to be very handy! Anyway, We are looking at building but haven't decided on the right location or Age, as of yet! As I mentioned, Mark is still working with the DRC, mainly in new construction where original structures had to be taken down, due to safety concerns. I get to play in the various gardens, keeping them beautiful. Surprisingly, this has not been to much work, yet! Oh, we are planning on having a family, but do want to wait until we settle some where. There, how's that!"
Dralesh smiled. "Not too bad for the 'nutshell' version. I'll have to pry any details out of you later!"
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