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hello all you writers! This is post for creative writing and stories! I want to share a story that i have thought up and I would like for you, yes you, to tell me things that u liked or what you think I could have done better. THANKS!

Candesa danced around the sun bathed room, her long, white-blond locks swirling around her swinging arms. The sun was warming her white clad shoulders in a golden light and it swam in patterns on the floor. Here, the sun was brighter, the sky bluer, and the people happier and lovelier than in the mortal world. It was the world of Fincayra. [Taken from the book, "The Lost Years of Merlin" sorry about the confusion] Here, fairies danced, trees whispered, and nymphs swam through the rivers and wove through the forests. Candesa was one such nymph. She was a tree nymph, more beautiful then the rest, but often she thought that it was more of a curse than a blessing. Heros were forever chasing her through the greenery of the trees, having fallen in love with her the moment they saw her running like a deer through the trees.  

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But now, her problem was solved as the last hero had finally joined Hades in his evil lair, at least that was what Rhia had said. Rhia was a forest child, she talked to the trees and ran with the deer. Often enough, they both talked to the River Unending, as he had bathed Rhia as a child and watered her when she was older. Candesa had often felt a special understanding with her, as they were both children of the land.  

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Gaia had been especially bountiful this year, she thought as she surveyed the lush greenery outside her window. The sky was blue and cloudless, the sun was shining, and a cool wind rustled the leaves. Perhaps today would be a good day to take a hike to the top of Myydrin, the purple mountain where the North Wind was said to roost. It was a hard trek, but Candesa knew that she and Rhia would enjoy it. So saying, she used her throat to make the rustling sounds of the wind in the leaves, calling in a language that only Rhia could understand.  

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In a moment, Rhia stepped out if the trees. She had dark brown hair and emerald green eyes. She was dressed oddly, in a tunic that seemed to be woven of the forest itself. But, there was no doubt that she was beautiful. Wordlessly, Candesa pointed to the peak of Myydrin. She immediately understood and they both trekked off toward the mountain.
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Candesa immediately loved the mountain. The cool wind rolled around the two of them and she could hear the clear stream running next to them. There was a slight mist today, but the sun shone through it, giving it a golden, difused look. Rhia too, looked entranced, the trees and flowers up on the lower part of the mountain were truly beautiful, all emerald, gold, pink, azure, and lavender. Birds sang and in the distance they heard the lone call of a wolf. Candesa knew that he would not hurt them, for the wolves and other forest animals knew them both and did not mean to hurt them.  

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The trees rustled a greeting to them although they did not know the pair. Candesa figured that Rhia's tree friends had somehow told them about herself and Rhia. Both called back a greeting, smooth and friendly somehow. While climbing up the beautiful mountainside, they paused only to exclaim at views and a different flower or tree they had never seen before.




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sorry about the different borders! I can't figure out which one to use.... there will b a solid one soon! I think it will be this one though...  

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It had been a wonderful day. Candesa and Rhia had not gotten to the top but the North Wind at the top was probably a myth anyway. It was night now and the luminous moon hanging in the ebony sky was somehow soothing as Candesa gazed at it. In the thicket a few feet away, an owl hooted. It was beautiful at night and sometimes, Candesa would stay up all night to just watch and listen to the night as the wind wrapped its cool hands around her. The night was beautiful, but so was the day, with its golden sun and bright blue sky. Sometimes Candesa couldn't decide which she like better. And slowly, ever so slowly, her eye lids began to close, marking her sleepiness from the busy day. In an instant her head thudded onto the pillow, the warm night wind becoming her blanket, the moon her lamp, and the owl her music.  

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The next day, Candesa awoke to the call of a nightingale sitting on her windowsill. It's sweet music filled the house with fluting calls and trills. She ate breakfast while humming and as she dressed in her fine, personal robes, then her customary tunic with a gold belt, she began to think of what to do that day. Maybe she would go to the pond and see if any of her fellow nymphs were there or maybe she would go look for Rhia and they could do something together. As she mused, she carefully braided her long tresses and weaved in a long gold ribbon. The nightingale had long flown off, but her sweet song still echoed in Candesa's head.  

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With happy screams she jumped into the pond's deep end off a felled tree. Laughing, Rhia watched from the cool shadows of the trees. But suddenly, she surprised Candesa by jumping into the pond's clear, blue water. The sun was glinting off the pond's surface and the bright blue sky contained only a few clouds. Candesa and Rhia had decided to go to the pond and although no nymphs had been there, they had been set on having a good time. And they were. Brown curls and white-blond locks had flying all over the place, scattering droplets of water among the green grass. They had swum and eaten berries, screamed with elation, and swum. It was a great day and was only getting better.  

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Candesa sighed with pleasure. She was at home now, but she was soaking in a hot bath courtesy of several hours of lugging barrels of water from the River Unending and heating them on the stove. Several relaxing candles sat lit on the side of the tub and were making her a little sleepy. A bowl on her other side contained sprigs of fresh lavender for the tub and a few mint leaves. Her reason for all this unusual luxury? Her long, slender legs were aching from the impact jumping into the water had done. After this, Candesa was planning on some quick, relaxing yoga to get her looser and less stiff. After nearly 20 minutes, she climbed out and dried off, at the same time pulling on a clean, white tunic and her yoga robe. Abandoning the tub, she pulled out her mat and began to practice the graceful and complex positions. Unknown to her, a figure was watching her from the window of the small house, a figure, the watching trees figured, that might belong to someone muscular, perhaps a hero?  

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As Candesa began a complex pose, made for stretching and loosening the hamstrings, a twig cracked outside, startling her. Darting to the window, she faintly glimpsed a tall, muscular figure dashing through the trees. Thinking quickly, she rustled a quick command to the trees. She meant for them to get a good description of the person and deliver it to Rhia, so she could come tomorrow with the news. Sighing, Candesa walked back to the mat, folding it up and placing it into the closet, where it would sit for many days, gathering dust. Deciding that she needed a quick drink, she warmed up some water and steeped some mint leaves in the beaker and pouring some clover honey into it. She pulled off the yoga robes and put on her night tunic and cloth belt, before sipping the soothing tea. Candesa set the beaker on the cedar table next to her bed and climbed in. The soft blankets covered her slim form and she sighed again, but this time with pleasure. She took another few sips of the tea and let her head fall back onto the pillow. The moonlight from the window above bathed her in celestial light as she slowly fell asleep.  

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The next morning, Candesa awoke to the bright, golden sunlight and urgent knocking on the door. Blearily, she climbed out of bed and walked to the hardy wood door. She flung it open and Rhia, leaning forward to pound on the door again, nearly fell onto Candesa's feet. Gasping with excitement and exertion, she burst out, "Candesa! The man you saw last night! The trees, they saw him well, for the moon was bright enough. They say he is tall and muscular, with brown hair and a tanned complexion. He was wearing a dark colored tunic, possibly black or dark blue, a black cloak, and leather sandals. He was running, but trying to stay in the sparse shadows, possibly not to be seen. I'm worried Candesa. The man you saw fits into the hero description, and he will probably come back."  

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Rhia's prediction came true altogether too soon. The next night, as Candesa and Rhia were having dinner together, he came again. Rhia was staying over because she no longer felt safe in her tree house, fearing that the man might try to get her to lead him to Candesa. Both were alerted when there was a loud thump, a crack, and then a groan of pain. They rushed outside to find a man, a teenager really, lying on the lush grass a few feet away from the house. He fit the trees' description and Candesa guessed him to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. Rhia quickly bent over his torso to find that he had tripped the wrong way over a tree stump hidden in shadow and badly broken his ankle. He had passed out from the pain. Gathering all of their strength, they lifted and carried the man inside Candesa's house.  

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Carefully, they placed the groaning man onto the low, dining couch. Pouring cool water into a bowl, Candesa dipped a clean cloth into the liquid and placed it across the stranger's forehead. Rhia heated some water in an iron kettle and made some tea. She steeped herbs that induced sleeping and healing into it and held the beaker to the man's lips. He unknowingly drank and fell into a deep sleep. Both tore rags into bandages and wrapped these carefully around the broken ankle. Wrapping a firmer piece of forgiving bark around the wound, Rhia secured it with a little sap and a small piece of bandage. Pulling a blanket over the man, Candesa put a finger to her lips and they both crept to their beds, hoping to have some sleep. Unfortunately, both slept for a few hours, fervently tossing and turning with worry for the man/hero. Sleep unsuccessful, they kept a vigil over him until dawn.  

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The next morning, bleary eyed and not in the least bit beautiful, Candesa and Rhia finally saw the man open his eyes. But his eyes were not ordinary ones for they were as blue-green as the depths of the ocean. Tearing her blue eyed gaze from his sea green one, Candesa asked if he was hungry. Nodding a yes, Rhia hurried to wash berries and Candesa poured some fresh water into a beaker. Slicing bread to go with the berries, Rhia began to hum. Soon, Candesa caught on and began to sing softly. Setting the plate and beaker in front of the man on a tray, Candesa immediately asked, "Who are you? Where have you come from? Oh yes, and why have you been spying on Rhia and myself?"
The man took a deep breath and began to answer.