Thursday, January 17

I don't want to be known as cruel, (plus I had an overload of ideas) so here you are, Poem Girl: ~The Elven-names~ The Forest

After lunch, Dad disappeared. I was heading to my room to read Mom's journal, when the doorbell rang. I went and answered it. There stood a young man with shaggy black hair, a green hoodie, and black jeans. "You Mirluin?" he asked.

"Uh....yeah," I answered. "Why?"

He grinned. "I was told to give this to you." He handed me an envelope and walked off. I looked after him strangely. What on earth was happening here? I turned the envelope over and read: Mirluin, 123 Blue Mountain Road, Middlecester, NY. It looked OK.

I opened it. Inside was a slip of paper that read:

You are now the keeper of the lore. If you wish to know more, come to the forest at four.
The keeper of the legacy

I swallowed. Things just seemed to be taking me along with them, and I was getting swept into something so much more than I had imagined.

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I wanted to know what the note was all about, and yet I definitely was not going to go into the forest without telling anyone. So I told Thoron that I was going to explore in...Oh, wait a minute. I didn't explain this at the beginning, did I? Middlecester, New York, is right in the middle of a forest. Blue Mountain Road was right on the edge of town, so the forest was right in our backyard. So I wouldn't be going that far away.
Anyway, I told Thoron I should be back by five or so. And then I took Mom's journal and went out to the forest. I found a good place to sit down, and started reading.
The keeper of the legacy told me that I had been chosen to be the keeper of the lore. I don't know how he chose me. Today I asked him what he thought of the legend of the beginning of the elven-named. He just said, "Many legends are not wholly untrue. But names have more power than we may know." I wonder what he means by that.
I skipped down a ways.
Now I learn that the keeper of the lore has  a more important job than I thought. And I have learned there are only four refuges of the elven-named on Earth. One is Middlecester. And outside the refuges, there is an
I had to stop reading there. Because right in front of me stood a person. With a bow. Aimed directly at me.


  1. *suspenseful music plays*
    Radio announcer: Until next time... what will happen to Mirluin? Will she be killed? Tune in next time!
    haha lol =D

  2. Oooh I can't wait for the next part :D
    Your Friend

    1. haha I can't hardly either. Wait to write it, I mean. So you should be seeing more soon!