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Chapter 2"Wil...wil will, rilya laiquaninwa kallo" said Felecia, "Fly, fly, fly, glittering blue, green hero. Won't you fly away from me? Be free, please, you always come so close, and chirp, my elle dulin, my vanima dulin. Mirima dulin, MIRIMA!!!" shed scream at the little teal bird. "How I hate to hurt you, with my mind, can't you see that I am an elder, and Elf, which speaks the tongue of the lost? O, my elle dulin, you are sweet when you chirp the songs of Mother Nature. You must be mirima though, my little dulin. You can not stay in this rusty cage. No elf should hold you in their home and expect you to stay. Dulin, be mirima, for me."  Chapter 2


QuiverPRELUDE My wings are stretching to touch her, just to press against her skin, to feel her lovely hairless membrane. Her hair is white as snow, and her eyes so angelic that my heart flutters. As soon, as I touch her though, my eyes fill with hatred and my heart burns to fly away. What is wrong with me? Am I incapable of feeling her beneath me, to feel her touch and breathe in her air? Her body is so delectable to the touch. O, my sweet Felecia, how you anger my body and yet make me feel as if my heart can not stop beating. I may be a Griffin, and you a majestic Elf. We are not sworn enemies, we are in an alliance, yet you curse me with tQuiver


FreeSapphire rain falls from thy eyes, Crimson sprinkles appear, Thy life is spiraling into an inferno, Just taking me away from here.Free
Crisscrosses on my mouth, No little noise to heed, Just small raindrops, Declining out of me.
Fetch the hoary weapon, Let it uncover the sin, The feeling of affection, Draining me within.
Carving the ache, What a ghastly woe, Since I was Juliet, I lost my Romeo
Thy rose is sweet, But can not be pure, For it is mangled, And rearranged
My hoary weapon, Has b
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