Chapter Five: The Lady Ayana

“There are none fairer than the

Gaian Elves of Lenagard”

Tarnink, ambassador of Lenagard

A young woman with elven beauty walked along a narrow forest path. Her black and red streaked hair swept past her high cheekbones with a small wind. She froze at the sound of a snapped twig and sniffed the air. She caught the distinct scent of rohit-elafi along with the familiar trace of sulfur. The woman grabbed her bow as she peered out through her emerald eyes, the slit pupils narrowed when she spotted her prey. Her arched eyebrows curved in concentration. It was an older rohit-elafi and was not likely to survive the coming winter; she shot and hit her mark.

The woman approached the small red deer like creature and lifted it over her slender shoulders with great ease. The weight shifted on her shoulders. She moved a strand of her wavy hair away from her eyes as she slid down the path. The narrow path grew wider and large trees dotted it, spaced out in an interesting pattern. The air smelled of oak and the comforting scent of sulfur left the winds. This was the elven village of Mila and the homes were in those trees. She moved with stealth through the village.

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Lost in Dreams

By “Ayana Kanosis”

Lost in Dreams

Sitting in my dreams
You are watching so carefully
Waiting as I fall asleep
And slowly I close my eyes
knowing that I can’t deny
That I am dreaming of you
Dreaming of me as well
And all I could ever tell
Is that dreams are nothing
More than clever lies
We weave ourselves
Little worlds where reality
Is fiction and fiction is reality
And I spread my wings and fly
W…

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Lost in Dreams

By “Ayana Kanosis”

Lost in Dreams

Sitting in my dreams
You are watching so carefully
Waiting as I fall asleep
And slowly I close my eyes
knowing that I can’t deny
That I am dreaming of you
Dreaming of me as well
And all I could ever tell
Is that dreams are nothing
More than clever lies
We weave ourselves
Little worlds where reality
Is fiction and fiction is reality
And I spread my wings and fly
While teardrops fall in crystal lakes
And hidden desires lie in wait
For me to discover, you call to me
I walk away from you
For dreams are alternate realities
Not meant to come true
You will just lie to me here
As you always do
If I don’t believe you in the real world
Then in the realm of dreams
Don’t expect me to trust you
A liar once, a liar always
And that is all that I know true

Oxymoron

By Damien Knight

Is wide awake dreaming
Is a crowded room alone
Is darkness light
Is lost never found

The oxymoron
Is this dead life
That I keep
Insisting upon

Black blood drips
Upon her delicate
Pale living flesh
And I slip

Into a realistic fantasy
As the death mixes
With her life
A pleasurable sea

But eventually I awake
And the oxymorons
Are all dried up
With my empty tears

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Oxymoron

By Damien Knight

Is wide awake dreaming
Is a crowded room alone
Is darkness light
Is lost never found

The oxymoron
Is this dead life
That I keep
Insisting upon

Black blood drips
Upon her delicate
Pale living flesh
And I slip

Into a realistic fantasy
As the death mixes
With her life
A pleasurable sea

But eventually I awake
And the oxymorons
Are all dried up
With my empty tears