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Things to know:
Do not ask an elf for advice, for he will say both yes and no.
None but an elf should ask a gnome for advice, lest old age overtake him.
Speech and song are food and drink for Elves, gold and silver are food and drink for dwarves.
Better to try to outlive an Elf than to change a Dwarf's mind. (Also: Better to try to outlive an Elf than out drink a Dwarf.)
Men are like the grasses on the plains; they bend with the wind but rarely do they break.
Elves are doomed; man makes his fate. (Also: Long is the life of an Elf, but doomed; short is the life of a man, but free.)
The trees, grass, and even the stones remember the Elves.
The night belongs to the Walker, but it was not always so.
Where there is hope, there is life... and need of victuals. (An old Halfling saying.)
One is made wise, yea wiser, through the experience of dusky sorrow more than from the experience of ethereal joy.
Great is the power on the hearts of the greedy of treasure long brooded over by a dragon.
True is prophecy, but more true is human will.
An angry dwarf has the wits of an orc, and the might.
Calling a wizard wise is calling a pond a puddle.
You can judge a creature by his scars. (Orcish proverb; Also: The scars make the man).



Prologue
A long time ago there was a girl born for a purpose that would save two worlds. She was born with the mark Pandora on her back. Afraid her mother had her close friend send her to the other world. Where the disappeared and was never seen again…..Until now....

Elora stood facing the King once again for the third time this week. “ You have been charged with treason on the third degree for stealing a potion from the royal cabinets. I have discussed the matter with Cornelius our potion master. He won’t press charges but will take the offer of you working for him until the Spring Fest which is in one week. Considering that “ The Five Judges” also feel that considering the past troubles you will work in the fields for One month sentence. Is that understood.” His voice rained over the room. All eyes were on me. I felt like a was a piece of meat surrounded by a bunch of lions.
“ My Lord. Thank you for your mercy and kindness.” I said bowing.
“ Mercy and kindness?” he laughed “ I dare say if it were up to me you’d be in our dungeon. But you have favor on our court. You may go.” he pointed at the doors from which I came. “ Council dismissed.” I heard him say as I walked across the floor towards the doors. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Brohn one of the great warriors of the council staring at me. I ignored him as always. Linda my best friend pounced on me like a cat catching a mouse as I waked into the Great Hall. “ So how did it go?” she asked.
“Fine I guess.” annoyed because I really didn’t want to talk to her.
“ That’s it? What punishment did you get?”
“ Well, I have to work in fields again and work with Cornelius the potion master.”
“ That’s awful! He’s so creepy plus he only has one eye.” she pointed out.
“ That’s just folk lour Linda.”
“ Well what ever. I saw Brohn looking at you again.”
“ Aye and?”
“ Well the spring fest is almost here and your eighteen its time for you to find a mate.”
“ Oh, shut up. I’m not going and you know that. Plus he’s courting Lucinda and he doesn’t even know I exist.”
“ Um, he looks at you all the time. I think he knows you exist believe me. Plus he’s Elvin and royal.”
“ I don’t care okay…look I got to go. Besides why would a Elf like a mortal?”
“ You not going to miss the Spring fest this year again. Its in two days and your going whether you like or not!”
“ Sure…bye.” I said running off toward the alley way which was a short cut to my house. I lived the farthest from the city. I hated being crowded in. On the way there I picked up some bread and cheese. It was my Uncle Boal’s favorite food. He wasn’t really my uncle or even related to me but he took me in when I turned up at the steps of the palace one night. I was sentenced to death when they found me the next morning but he asked the King to reconsider considering the mark on my back which only he and the King only know about. Uncle Boal says I shouldn’t talk about the mark for it would bring trouble. But that didn’t stop me from poking around but even then I still didn’t get an answer.
It was almost dark when my small house came into view. It had two bed rooms and a living are bit it was enough for Me and my Uncle. Our only pet was our horse Red. She was elven and came to us one night and never left. Uncle Boal believes it was a ift from the fairies of the Wood but I wasn’t so sure. Suddenly out of no where taking me from my thoughts was a movement to the right me in the brush. As I got closer to investigate a cloak figure jump out from behing a tree and hit me on the side of the head with a club. I fell and watched hazily as the cloaked figure loomed over me andall went black.
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Eldrin walked faster up the stairs toward the front door of his Flat which was located above a drug store. It was Mid-night and to be out this late was dangerous especially in Harlesden which is a inner city town in the London Borough of Brent. Something was wrong though as he walked up to the door. It was cracked open and the latch-key under the mat was missing. The door creaked open as he entered. “Hello?” he called out. “ I’m calling the police….If you come out now I’ll reconsider…” he paused a moment but no one answered. Running his hand along the wall he found the light switch and turned it on. Jumping back he screamed. Laying on the floor in a pool of blood was his room mate Adrian. “ Oh my God…” he whispered as he knelt down beside his friend. When he turned him over he made a startling discovery. In the center of his back was an arrow. “ What the Bloody Hell is… but before he could say anything else someone grabbed him from behind and put a rag over his mouth. Frantically he struggled as best he could to get away but the guy was to strong and slowly he drifted out.
The next few hours were all quite confusing for Eldrin as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Nothing made sense. He was put in the back of a van and then taken to a remote area that looked like some sort of park. From there he blacked out again but awoke some time later by a blinding light. He also noticed that he was on the back of a black horse. Looking up he saw the man that had gagged him. He was dressed in a black cloak and unless he was mistaken the man had silver hair and pointed ears. It must be the drugs he thought. The man saw him looking at him at hit him across the head with a something and all went black again.
Light rained down on Elora as she awoke. Her head felt heavy and she was soar all over. Everything was fuzzy when she sat up. As her view came into focus she noticed she was in a cell like room but she wasn’t alone a man laid over in the opposite corner of her. She scrambled over to him as best she could because the shackles her feet were heavy and cut her ankles every time she tried to move around. Shaking him she noticed he had pointed ears. Is he Elvin? she wondered. When the man woke he looked startled and pushed her backwards causing her to hit her head. “ Aiya!” she yelled at him. “Mankoi lle uma tanya?” The man looked at her blankly and confused. That’s when it occurred to her. His clothes were not of her world. They looked different. Who was he she thought. “Lle rangwa amin?” he looked at her still with confusion. She tried again but this time with her peoples language. “ Do you understand me now?” This get a response from the man

Mirrors

Chapter 1


ghosts:

• noun

1. an apparition of a dead person that is believed to appear or become manifest to the living typically as a nebulous image.


2. internal reflection in a mirror or camera.

It was scary going back to Lindsay, California. ever since my grandma mysteriously died in her two story house. I didn't want to go back ever. especially if it means living in the very house she died in. It was two years ago I had just got home from school when the call came. My parents flew back immediately to identify the body. They stayed a week. When they got back they wouldn't talk about it they only said that she was dead. My mom went back a couple times to check on the house each time a little bit of her faded. The last time she went she never came back. The police checked the house but she was no where to be found. Dad couldn't take it. Every night I could hear him crying constantly. He locked himself in his room. Sometimes he came out. I was sixteen and a junior at Lees Summit West in Missouri so I was able to take care of my sister Mary and still work a job. One day my Aunt came over to check on us. She called the police when she found out about my dad. They took him to an"Institute" rehab place. And sent us to live with our Aunt and Uncle and Cousin Jack. Me and my Aunt never get along. Jacks cool he's a year older than Mary and likes to play with her. They were both excited to move to sunny California. I'm sorry but I don't see how I'm supposed to go back to the house my mother vanished at which led to my dad going crazy and be happy about it? YA RIGHT! After three days of non stop driving we arrived on Sunday afternoon. The house was just as I remembered. It was white with an ugly green trim. The house looked a little scarier than it did back then it had a lonely spooky feeling about it. Something inside me sent goose bumps up my back and arms. My aunts friend had driven down to meet us from L.A which is only about two and a half hours from here.

" Amy since you know the house better than Jack why don't you show jack his room upstairs." My aunt said taking Mary's hand and walking over to her friend. My Uncle was busy telling the movers where to put stuff. he wanted all of us kids UN-packed before tonight because we actually had to go to school tomorrow. I was going to go to Lindsay High school. Home of the Cardinals. Jack and Mary would go to Steve Garvey Junior High school.

Inside it was cleaner than I expected. My aunt must have hired someone to clean the house before we got here. She hates dirty houses and likes to spend her time cleaning when ever she can. My Uncle hates cleaning is actually a really big slob. What they saw in each other I don't know. The stairs creaked as we went up. " How many bedrooms is their in this house?" Jack asked looking at the set of pictures on the wall going up the stairs.

" I don't know. I think three up stairs and one downstairs." I answered as we got to the top floor. The top floor was also clean. A fresh vase of flowers were set out on the side table below a nice sized mirror. "Hey jack you get the last one at the end of the hall. I do remember that it has the biggest window that looks out on the lake." I suggested.

"Cool!" he said running to the door and tried to turn the door knob. " It won't open."

" Its probably stuck. Try another one." He ran to the door another door near it. " This won't open either." then he ran to the door nearest the stairs and where I was standing. he turned the knob and the door creaked open. " Hey this one opens!" he announced. "I'll take this room." And went in to explore. I on the other hand I was looking at the door at the end of the hallway. I walked up to it for some reason. It was like something was telling me to open the door. Even though I knew it wouldn't. Slowly I reached my hand over and turned the knob. The door creaked opened. Maybe Jack wasn't strong enough to open it. I don't know why though because Jacks big for his age. He has future jock written all over him. Inside the walls were light blue. A single cast iron bed sat to the right when you walk in. It was facing the opposite wall where the huge window that overlooked the lake was. On the wall to the right of the bed their was another door. It led to the bathroom. That was small and had little kid duck tiles going all the way around and the same blue color as the room. To the left of the bed on the wall farthest of it their was a long dresser and a roll top desk. The room was bright and just as clean as the rest of the house. I walked over to the desk. It was light brown with a hand carved design going down the legs of it. When I tried to open the lid it was stuck. Looking on the front I saw that their was a key hole. And probably the key was lost a long time ago. Great just what I need a desk that doesn't open. I thought. I leaned in closer to the key hole to get a closer look at it. When I did I could just make out the soft hum of a music box coming from inside. From behind me Jack ran in with two movers carrying boxes and setting them on the floor. Making me jump." Hey you got the door open! Thats funny it opened for you. It's like the house wanted you to have this room or something." He said running up to me. " Hey your room came with a desk. No fair."

" It doesn't matter it won't open. It needs a key and I don't have it." I said pointing to the key hole.

" Well at least your rooms clean. Mine looks like no ones been it it for years."

" What about Mary's?"

" I don't know it wouldn't open for me remember?"

" Let me try. I mean this door opened for me so maybe the other one will too." We went to the hall and stood in front of Mary's room. Again I turned the knob but just like Jack said it wouldn't open.

"Hey whatcha doing?" came the soft ring of Mary's voice.

" We're just trying to open your bedroom door." Jack answered. " Well I'm gonna be down stairs. This place gives me the creeps." He patted Mary on the head the and ran down stairs.

" I can get uncle to open it later. You wanna help me in my room?"

" No." she said flattly.

" Are you sure?"

" Yes, I dont want to get her mad." she pointed behind me to the wall next to the door way.

" What are you pointing at?" chills ran down my back.

" She says I can play with Sara's dolls. Sara loves dolls." She ran over and turned the knob. The door opened.

" Who's Sara Mary? " I grabbed her arm before she went in. " Who are you talking about? Tell me who Sara is."

" She's behind you." Mary pointed to the Mirror. " Shes in the mirror."

Sorry...

I feel horrible that I haven't written! I had Exams all last week and man were they hard but now that their done its on to writing!

Dolls

Some would say my profession is monstrous. Others take delight in what I do. How can you blame me for what I do? Those girls make me do it. It's not my fault...or is it? I was fifteen when I became ugly. I was pretty once. My parents were jealous they were never like me. So they burned me made my face ugly. That's okay though.....God punished them and made them burn with the house.
My first kills name was Alice. Poor Alice. She was pretty. Everything I wanted and would've been. her parents were jealous too. So I had to help her. I took care of her. Then their was Abbey, Ariel, Anna, Annie, Alexa....They were all like the first. The last one I took was named Alice too.

How appropriate right?

The first kill named Alice like the last kill.
She was so easy. Through her I saw my self just like all the others. She thought she was better than me. But unlike the the others she wouldn't give up. She fought back. No one was at her house. It was just me and her. i was so caught up in taunting her I didn't notice the sirens. A Bang came from the door. They wanted her, my Alice. They were yelling screaming at me and her.I couldn't concentrate. I slid down in a corner crying and covering my ears. I needed to do something. She was half dead anyways. My poor Alice she was so beautiful. I picked up the knife and went over to her. She was falling in and out shivering. " Don't worry Alice. It's okay" I ran the knife across her neck making the perfect cut so she stayed beautiful. Then dragged the head to my small black box. I dragged her body to her bedroom. And layed her neatly on the bed. then I folded the covers over face. Neatly tough. I wanted them to know I cared. Then I ran. Holding the small box in my hand out the back door and into the cover of the woods. Running one foot after the other. breathing in and out at the pace of my heart. Dogs barked behind me. I ran and an. I stopped when I reached the cabin. I found it after the first Alice. It was perfect. It was dry inside. I set the box down on the bed. And went to the bathroom to wash up. The thick blood slid off my hand with ease down the drain. After I was done I went back to the black box and opened it. Inside was my Alice. Her face was pale but smooth. i closed her eyes with my hand. I picked up her head and took out a new doll. blood oozed down the neck of the doll as the head slid in place. I placed her with the rest. Where she'll be safe. My poor black box would stay empty until least I had my dolls each one just like me. Each one still beautiful. Sitting in my big black box at the end of my bed. The funny thing was inside was Alice, Abbey, Ariel, Anna, Annie, and Alice.

Three weeks later I found Alyssa. She was beautiful. She'd make a great doll....

The Black Mask

I decided to go to bed early that night. My head hurt really badly. Quickly I told my parents good night and got ready for bed. The blankets were warm as I got in. Curling up I closed my eyes. Usually I don’t dream, but tonight was different. As a wave of tiredness swept over me I found myself walking along a dark hallway. Lightning lit up the long hallway to reveal blood red walls. Pictures hung all over the walls, their faces I knew I recognized, all around me their voices and whispers surrounded me as they flowed in the cool chilling wind around me, sending shivers down my back. I knew I recognized them from somewhere. I turned my attention to these large doors that stood at the end of the hallway pulling me towards them. Like an unknown force I couldn't control. Inch by inch I neared them. Soon I was standing right in front of them towering over me. I noticed they were black and ancient looking. The smell of old rotting wood stung my nose. When I touched the door handles I noticed it was wet. Looking at my hand, I could see it was covered in thick warm dark liquid that dripped slowly from my hand. My heart raced with fear. My body wanted to run but my mind kept urging me forward. I opened the door and walked in. At first I found my self in a huge old empty ballroom. Dust covered everything making the room dull, musty, and uninviting. Suddenly the door slammed behind me. Turning I ran to it trying to open it but it was locked. Then a sound ever so gently came from behind me. It wasn’t just any sound, it was music. Slowly I turned to find the ballroom lit up and full of people dancing and cheering. Some looked at me and smiled, waving to me to join them. I wanted to so badly. Soon I found myself dancing in circles. Instead of my pajamas I now wore a beautiful elegant light blue dress that flowed out from as I twirled from one set of arms to the next. I finally stopped dancing finding myself back at the door. A feeling of fear crept back on m taking the happiness away from me. Then I realized that someone was staring at me. A man from far off on the other side of the ballroom. Unlike everyone else he wore all black attire. A cloak hung from his shoulders and a tall hat sat on his head. His face was covered by a black masquerade mask but still I had a felling I knew him. I then realized I knew all these people who were dancing from somewhere to. But where? I wondered. The man started to walk towards me his footsteps pacing at the same time as the beat of my heart. Thump! Thump! Thump! Who was he? screamed my mind! The windows in the room burst open sending chilling cold air into the room. The candles in the chandelier blew out letting the only light in the room disappear. Not even the moon let in light. The wonderful cheerful people had stopped dancing and turned to watch as the strange man walked towards me. Some sobbed in agony. Their faces pale and covered in pain and fear. Where had all their happiness gone to? Why are they so sad? I wanted to know so badly. The man took off his hat and mask letting them fall and blow away in the wind. Instead of face though their was nothing but bone and rotting flesh. He smiled a wretched smile that made the hairs on my neck stand straight up. All I wanted to do was get out but the door wouldn’t open! I screamed but no one came to help me they just stood their watching. I ran up to a man nearest to me. “ Help me please!” I screamed. But he just looked at me with his eyes full of sympathy and pain and turned away leaving me helpless. “ Come back please! Help me someone….anyone!” They all just stared at me and they to turned away. As my heart sped so did he drawing nearer to me by the second. At last he stood arms length away towering over me. I wanted to back farther away but I couldn’t go any further. My back leaned against the cold doors that stood like a wall. The dead mans breath stung my eyes and nose. His hand slowly reached up and he let his fingers gently stroke my chin then down towards my neck where he suddenly grabbed my neck. “ I’m sorry my love…” His chilling voice said as his cold hand was sucking the warmth from me. Taking the air from my lungs. His other hand then lifted up a small dagger that glinted in the moonlight. Suddenly with a quick flash he smiled and plunged the dagger in my heart sending sears of pain pulsing through my body. I looked at his face to see him smiling his wretched smile. Then all went black. I woke up with a jolt still feeling the pain and fear. My body was sweating and my head throbbed. Putting my feet on the floor I reached over and turned on the side table light, to find the Black masquerade mask sitting their. From behind me my door creaked open. “ Nice to see you again….my love” said the same deadly voice from my Nightmare.