A place for Anabella to call home...
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 8:32 am
Anabella was leaning on a wooden fence, resting from walking. Finding the day rather nice for autumn, she found the caress of the sun rays on her face was doing her some good. She opened her diary, an old soft leather cover, and read…
She closes the nearly empty book… it was a very inspiring day, however, she had to find a nice home. Next she would go to a used book store, which she loves to do, and find few good books to start her collection. But nothing that would compare to the Dúnedainian home she had once …
Sigh “well it’s a new start…” she whispers to herself and a quick shake of her dress to unwrinkled it as much she could. Taking the good autumn air in her lungs, her cheeks turned rosy. She took a sad last time look towards her former town over the horizon.
Maybe I should go into town to see if there is a house for sale, and maybe one to call mine soon… she thought.
Strolling down the path toward the heart of the Capital, she could see many residents hard at work. She had barely time to cut any meat in her butcher shop; she couldn’t resist buying some from a Lovely Lady named Ava,
The Lady was very nice and even gave her a basket to carry her purchases. Restarting all over will be hard but she had to remain faithful.
She was strolling a little bit further as she heard someone really hard at work, if she could judge at all by the noise coming from the workshop. She looks up to see this workshop belonged to Victorious.
Oh maybe the town mentor would know if a house here would suit my needs… and she walks around hoping to see a sign to guide her toward the Mentor’s office.
Mourning Dúnedain Strange and beautiful are the stars tonight In Dúnedain’s eyes I remembered that perfect world. I hope that doesn't sound too proud, However, Dúnedainian life is all I wanted know. Their loves was all I needed You all may rest in peace as for all I know… We are lost together I stand before this faceless crowd Wondering often why I bother so much controlled by so few Stumbling from one disaster to another... ‘It will get better Anabella’ I've heard it all so many times before It's all a dream to me now... In this silence of this whispered night I listen only to the breath of the wind, I want to know where my confidence went... That day it all disappeared! I'm lying here staring at the skyes miles away from home. Daytime is a drag, night time is even worst hope that I can feel home soon again but so many memories lies like ghosts in my head I wanna go… where? I know I can't stay but I don't want to go! Feeling this way I shall remain until I am myself There is a seat near my bookshelves, falling asleep there every night reading waiting until the morning begins Because I feel like a stranger in Fenia; from another world But at least I remained alive... Trying to find a new purpose in life Thinking with a heavy heart that too often Dreams are shattered And that the moments of magic Are unfortunaly just too short… They are over before they even had a chance to begin. I know it's time, one big step… to move on I'm not ready yet, Even if I know I should I had dreams, now I need new ones. When I look in the mirror, sometimes I can see Dust traces of some the one I was. Nobody taught me how to live so alone. Now I talk to strangers in an unknown place, I used to think I knew what I was waiting for... Sadden and lost, I don't think that anymore. This love for Dúnedain, I can’t leave behind, How can I dry the tears rolling from my eyes? What is this place where they always seem to pretend, That it is worth it, worth it in the end… What is this life we shared, what I was just ripped away Thoughts that causes so much pain What is the promise that I could have left behind? Why can't I, just one more time lie beside you again How did it get so wrong ? Mourning my Family Mourning my Friends Mourning Dúnedain Mourning lost Dreams Oct. 26th | ||
She closes the nearly empty book… it was a very inspiring day, however, she had to find a nice home. Next she would go to a used book store, which she loves to do, and find few good books to start her collection. But nothing that would compare to the Dúnedainian home she had once …
Sigh “well it’s a new start…” she whispers to herself and a quick shake of her dress to unwrinkled it as much she could. Taking the good autumn air in her lungs, her cheeks turned rosy. She took a sad last time look towards her former town over the horizon.
Maybe I should go into town to see if there is a house for sale, and maybe one to call mine soon… she thought.
Strolling down the path toward the heart of the Capital, she could see many residents hard at work. She had barely time to cut any meat in her butcher shop; she couldn’t resist buying some from a Lovely Lady named Ava,
The Lady was very nice and even gave her a basket to carry her purchases. Restarting all over will be hard but she had to remain faithful.
She was strolling a little bit further as she heard someone really hard at work, if she could judge at all by the noise coming from the workshop. She looks up to see this workshop belonged to Victorious.
Oh maybe the town mentor would know if a house here would suit my needs… and she walks around hoping to see a sign to guide her toward the Mentor’s office.