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CHAPTER ONE
LYTA
Pain! It burned through her body as she ran. Mosquitoes bit her fiercely, repeatedly causing large welts to spring up on the tender surfaces of her skin. Branches cruelly whipped her face,arms and legs, leaving smears of green blood oozing from the scratches left behind, twigs caught at her snagging in her clothes and hair, pulling her long blue black hair from the roots. She tried to breathe, gasping harshly as her legs pumped furiously as she raced to evade the mob who had relentlessly chased her over the past three days. She glanced ahead but the driving rain blurred her vision and she prayed silently that she had not strayed from the track too much. The baying of hounds spurred her forward as she looked frantically around. Finally she saw it, slightly darker, a shadow to those who didn't know the area as well. A crevice in the looming cliff-face, a shadow which only someone who knew the area well would know about.
Casting a grateful prayer to her mother for the blissful hours spent exploring the woods, she
ran carefully towards her sanctuary, placing her feet gingerly on mounds of fallen leaves, now trying to leave no trail for the trackers following. Her delicate feet seemed to glide weightlessly over the floor without disturbing the smallest of insects underfoot. Images of her fate if she was caught came into her mind. To burn staked out under a hot afternoon sun, after suffering the unmentionable tortures and torments for which Nemon the overseer was known for. With a shudder of revulsion she glanced over her shoulder and to her horror saw the first of the giant mastiffs inexorably nearing her, it's powerful haunches pushing it's huge body forward, faster than she could run. A feral rictus contorting it's face it snarled at the sight of it's quarry, saliva whipping it's face as the yellow teeth glistened in the fading daylight.
A hunting horn sounded and she heard voices now, harsh and guttural, the language still after three years sounding strange and unfamiliar to her ears which were used to more lilting, harmonic tones . In speaking out in anger against Nemon, she had caused his humiliation with the visiting lords. She knew that the overseer was desperate to advance into Lord Azhmel's service, and his plan to give his guests their own personal female slave would have brought him one step closer. She however, had been vociferous in her refusal and so had brought Nemon's wrath upon her head and, her own death sentence.
As she ran, thought's of her pretty mother sprang to mind, and she wondered now if the mystery surrounding her death two years earlier could be explained. She was only twelve at the time and her mother had been called in front of Nemon and told to pick her basket of healing herbs and powders up, she was going on a trip and her skills were to be used to impress the new overlord, Azhmel. Nemon had grasped her roughly around her waist with one hand while the other gripped Illyria's chin tightly. "You will do everything my Lord wants" he had hissed sibilantly, "Failure will be very unpleasant not just for you but for everyone here". As Illyria had looked into his dark eyes she could tell the truths he spoke.
A vision of the evening when Lord Azhmel had first rode into their village sprang into her mind as she ran. He bestrode a large jet black destrier which was known as Fury, the animal was evil personified and, so was his master. Lord Azhmel had looked around while sat on his horse and Lyta had felt his burning gaze on her as she worked in the small herb garden which had belonged to her mother. As she looked up his eyes caught her and she became transfixed as a moth in the flame of a burning candle. With a shudder she had torn herself away and bent back to her task,murmuring their names as she packed them into her small rabbit skin satchel.
"Sage,comfrey,mint,borage," as she settled back into harvesting she slowly relaxed and was intensely aware of when his eyes strayed further away from her. She took a deep cleansing breath and tried to forget him. Lord Azhmel's delight in the whipping of the men who worked for him was legendary, the slightest transgression meant they could receive over fifty lashes before Azhmel was satisfied, he always performed the whipping himself and seemed to derive a perverse pleasure from it. There were also stories that he mistreated his female slaves,but no-ne had seen this for the females mysteriously disappeared and were never seen again.
"Daddy It Hurts"
--Daddy It Hurts--
My name is Chris I am three,
My eyes are swollen I cannot see,
I must be stupid I must be bad,
What else could have made My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me.
I cant do a wrong I cant speak at all
Or else I'm locked up All day long.
When I'm awake I'm all alone The house is dark
My folks aren't home When my mommy does come home I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlies bar
I hear him curse My name is called I press myself Against the wall I try to hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault He suffers at work
He slaps and hits me And yells at me more,
I finally get free And run to the door
He's already locked it And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken,
"I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much to late
His face has been twisted Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor
My name is Chris I am three,
Tonight my daddy Murdered me
And you can help Sickens me to the soul,
And if you read this and don't pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness
Because you would have to be One heartless person
To not be affected By this Poem
And because YOU ARE affected,
Do something about it! So all I ask you to do Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE! PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THIS AND PASS IT ON !!
RE-POST THIS AS
"Daddy it Hurts''
November 22nd 2007
True Story
I have just realised it is 132 days today since I stopped smoking!
I reckon I deserve a treat and a pat on the back. I used to love smoking, I never disliked the smell and always said that when my surgeries were done I would start again, but, I'm not going to. After three days of breathing oxygen through a plastic tube I was most disturbed by the fact that my first visitors who came reeked of stale cigarettes and made me feel so sick! I was actually backing away from them as they reached over to kiss me. However, I promise that I wont turn into one of the holier than thou ex smokers though. Just because I now dislike it, it doesn't give me the right to preach to my family and friends. I hated it when people used to nag me. I am a grown up woman and perfectly capable of making my own decisions be they bad or good ones. I do not need nannying, thank you very much!
Nvember 9th 2001
I saw the following earlier and had to smile. My eldest son and his girlfriend are flying to Slovakia next weekend and both are nervous passengers!
Heard on a Southwest Airline flight. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you wish to smoke, the smoking section on this airplane is on the wing and if you can light 'em, you can smoke 'em."
Hell Has Frozen Over
This is just too funny and I absolutely had to share it. I'm not all about the religion talk , but it's an absolute must read .
The following is supposedly an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well. Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following: First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.
With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.
This gives two possibilities: 1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose. 2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it?
If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, " it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you", and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore extinct. . . leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."
THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A"
Wisdom
GREAT TRUTHS THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.
2) Wrinkles don't hurt.
3) Families are like fudge...mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fibre, not the toy.
GREAT TRUTHS THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED:
1) No matter how hard you try, you can't baptise cats.
2) When your Mum is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush your hair.
3) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.
4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
5) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.
6) Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.
8) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
9) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
10) The best place to be when you're sad is Nana's lap.
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