Friday, March 29

~The Elven-Names~ Morwenna

To go to school, Thoron, Gilanna, and I went to our house and went to school the way we usually did. I couldn't help feeling a bit depressed. Dad was still sick, and our whole lives had changed, but we still had to act like normal. I wanted to do something, not just go to school!

AS I entered the school, I looked around. I noticed Fred, but he didn't see me. I kept looking around for friends, and caught sight of Heather. She looked up right as I glanced at her, and her eyebrows shot up as our eyes met. She hurried over.

"Mir!" she exclaimed as she came up to me. "You're back!" She stopped and looked at me strangely. "You look different. What happened?"

I shrugged. "It's been a hard week." I stopped there, unsure of what to say next. Heather gave me another strange glance.

"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you around--if you don't disappear again!" she smiled and ran off.

In class I noticed a new girl. What was strange about her was that she was dressed completely in black--black hoodie, black jeans, black tennis shoes, black everything! I didn't see her face, but she intrigued me.

I asked Heather about her later.

"Oh, she started coming right after you left," Heather replied. "Her name's like, Morwenna, or something. I think she's kinda weird," she added.

I nodded. "Thanks for telling me. I was just wondering who she was."

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Morwenna. The name sounded strangely familiar. I thought about it until lunch, but I couldn't figure it out.
At lunch Matt said "Hi", but he sat at a different table, so that was alright. After I had eaten, but before classes began again, I was beginning to feel slightly relaxed. I was sitting by myself in the corner of the room, reading a book, when I looked up to see Morwenna standing in front of me. She was slender, and had what people would call 'elfin' features. You know, really pretty. She had pale blonde hair in a messy bun, and her eyes were an icy blue. I was glad she didn't wear black make-up. That would have been really creepy.

"Hi!" I said cheerfully. "I'm--"

"I know who you are," she interrupted.

I was bewildered. "You know my name?"

She gazed at me coolly. "Yes, but I know who you really are. You can't hide."

It felt like something twisted my insides. Did she mean...? I tried to look like I didn't have a clue. "I don't know what you mean. I'm just Mir Faeron."

She gave a derisive little laugh. "You can't fool me. Your name gives it away. See you around, Mirluin." She turned and walked off. After she was a little ways away, she looked back and raised her eyebrows in a mocking challenge. Then she was gone.

As I was standing there dumbfounded, her name clicked into place. Morwenna. Mor-wen-na. Dark or shadowed maiden in elvish, with a decorative 'na' at the end. Surely she was one of the Mormir. I would need to tell Matt.

Good Friday

Remember Christ Jesus' sacrifice for us..
Be thankful.
Wait for Easter.

Monday, March 25

Locked Away|secrets & stories Linkup!

I'm doing a link-up with Storyteller!
And it's a journal entry with the theme of sadness.

June 21, 1835
Dear Journal,
This is so hard. I don't want to move. But we have to. Mother says we can't stay here anymore. It's too dry. We're too poor too keep on farming. I guess a lot of people have had to leave their farms this year, and we're just another family. But I love our farm! Even though nothing is growing this year, it's beautiful. And what will happen to our horses? I know them all, and love them.

I am writing from my secret place under the big tree. Will I have a secret place where we are going? Where are we going? I don't know. I don't even know if Father knows. What is going to happen to us? I hear Mother calling. We have to leave. I shall hide this diary under the tree, and I will come back. Goodbye, my home.

Mary O'Connor

This Week's Memory Verse: John 1:1-5

John 1:1-5

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning.

Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.

Saturday, March 23

Dragonmaster Link-up #1

Name: Dragonmaster Elena
Weapon: Bow
Dragon: Sharine
Dragon Type: Frost
Color: Pale pink with purple wings
Notes: Both Dragonmaster and dragon are solitary

Dear Journal,
Today Sharine and I had a pleasure flight. Well, sort of, anyway. We just went up north to where Sharine is at home. The scenery was beautiful! We flew over the ocean, and there were icebergs. (Duh. That was a huge understatement.)

It's just so nice, flying with Sharine. The wind rushes through your hair, and you can see for miles. After a while above the ocean we turned and went above the artic tundra, which was nice. I don't like it quite as much as Sharine does, which is understandable, since it did use to be her home. We scared a couple of caribou. Some animals never do get used to dragons.

When I got tired of the tundra, we started for home. We live in a beautiful forest by ourselves. Ha, I suppose I'm sort of a hermit. But I have Sharine for company. And every once in a while things happen. Like soon I'm going to need to go meet with another Dragonmaster. (Those things are so annoying. But it is my duty, since I am a Dragonmaster. I have to help.)

Well, I will write more soon!

This is one of the icebergs we saw.
A caribou on the tundra
The forest where we live

Friday, March 22

Dragonmaster Link-up!

Yes, I'm linking up with Storyteller here.

My Dragonmaster name is going to be Elena! My dragon is Sharine, a light pink Frost type dragon, with blue and purple wings. She is about ten feet long. We are both sort of solitary, so we suit each  other well.

Annddd...I'll be posting more about us later!


Thursday, March 21


Sometimes I get scared.

And this horrible feeling comes inside of me where it feels like someone just punched me in the gut.

When this happens, I can't stop thinking of the scenario I am freaked out about.

 It's horrible.

And unfortunately, it's usually at night, and I can't get to sleep.

At times like this, it's so hard to trust God.

But I've found a way.

I have memorized several Bible verses, and saying them to myself helps.

A lot.

Friday, March 15

Apology and ~The Elven-names~ In Which Mirluin Reads Some More

So I know you have been wondering where I have been and why I haven't posted very much. Sorry about that. Last week I was doing the play. (btw, it was awesome. I was the lead role, and that's the first time I have EVER been the lead) This week I have been recovering from the play. Sorry i have been neglecting my blog.

And dun dun dun dun!!!!!! We have the new installment of The Elven-names!

~The Elven-names~
In Which Mirluin Reads Some More

I sighed. "And who's going to help me get Mom's stuff?"

The Keeper smiled. "Mahtan." He must have seen my bewilderment. "You know him as Matt."

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 That was okay until we had both changed into normal human clothes and started into the forest. Then, all of a sudden, I remembered what had happened just before Dad tried to make us leave. Things were instantly awkward.
We walked in silence until we finally reached my house. Then Matt grinned. "Guess I'm finally gonna get to see the inside of your house."
I nodded, but didn't laugh. "I suppose so." I sighed. "Matt, are you going to go back to school when I do?"
He gave a puzzled frown and nodded. "Well, yeah. I am supposed to be watching out for you." He opened the back door of our house and held it open for me.
I smiled, remembering the first time he had held a door for me. He grinned mischievously, but didn't say anything, which I was glad for.
And then we were inside. Tears came to my eyes as the familiar four walls of home encircled me. Nice as the Forest Palace was, it just wasn't home.
I was brought back to reality by Matt, with some hesitation, clearing his throat. "Uh, weren't we supposed to be getting something?"
I sighed. "Yeah. It's in the attic, just this way." I led the way up the stairs and opened the attic door.
It was just like I had left it: the box open and the papers on the floor next to it. I knelt and began picking up papers, and Matt did the same.
As we worked I took a deep breath. "Matt, since you're going back to school too, I need to talk to you."
Matt glanced up quickly. He looked like he wanted to frown, but he quickly changed it to a teasing smile. "What?"
"Well," I paused, uncertain how to say it, "you need to watch out for me differently."
He tilted his head to one side. "Why? Do I not treat you well enough?"
I closed my eyes and shook my head. "NO, no, it's not that. You treat me fine, but, but, you need to talk to other people, too."
I saw a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Why?" he asked.
"Well, uh, uh," I could feel myself turning red, "people think I'm your...your...girlfriend." I spat the hated word out of my mouth.
Matt grinned from ear to ear. "So? You know you aren't." He began to chuckle. "I think it's pretty funny."
"MATT!!!" I protested. "It's not funny! And it isn't helping to protect me, if that's what you really want."
He stopped laughing. "How?" he asked. I could tell that he really meant it.
I sighed. "Before you came, people know me as Poor-Mir-who's-mom-died-when-she-was-ten. When we go back, I'll probably be known as Mir-who's-the-girlfriend-of-the-most-popular-boy-in-school-and-who-disappeared-for-a-week! And I want you to help me fade from notice."
He nodded. "Okay. So should I just ignore you?"
I gulped. That would be nice, but.... "No. That would just make things worse. Just treat other girls the same way, okay? That's the reason they started thinking things anyway--you didn't talk to anyone but me."
Matt sighed. "Alright, I'll try."
I smiled. "Good."
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After we got back to the Forest Palace I took the papers and began to read. And I realized that there was much more than genealogies in them. I read thrilling stories of heroic adventure, tales of the founding of the havens, and the dark thread of the rise of the Mormir wove through it all. In the genealogies I found a list of the Keepers, and I set it aside for later. Maybe this would give me a clue about the Keeper of the Legacy's identity. But it could wait. Right now I was looking for things about the Mormir.
It turned out that the origins of the Mormir were cloudy, much like the origins of the Elven-Named. They (the Mormir) were a secret organization which had made the elven-named its target. When one of the Keepers of the Legacy (not the one I knew) founded the havens, the Mormir were set back a long way, but now they were regaining their power. Now hardly anywhere was safe from their arm, and they had started encroaching on the havens.
Reading and learning made the two days pass swiftly, and soon it was Monday morning.

Monday, March 11

Memory Verse: 2 Timothy 3:16-17

2 Timothy 3: 16-17

All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.

Entry for Secret Story Contest

I am entering Storyteller's contest! You can enter too, by clicking -->here<--!

The Innocent book description: In a futuristic America, Lida is just an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life. She is taken care of by her parents, she goes to school, and she knows she will always be protected from harm. But then, by a chance discovery, Lida learns that the truth has been hidden from her all her life, and there are strange things going on. As she investigates, she realizes that there are certain scientists who, together with the government, have succeeded in cloning human beings. The clones are treated as non-humans and are used for experimental and medical purposes. But then she makes another discovery. Her parents are against this unethical practice, and they rescued Lida from one of the facilities and adopted her. She is a clone. Lida begins to work to fight for the clone's lives, but soon one of her opponents realizes who she is, and starts a hue and cry against her. Lida's work to save the innocents may result in the ending of her life as she knows it.


Monday, March 4

The Play

The lights are dim. You hear the distant rustle and murmur of the audience filling the auditorioum. You look at your script, reviewing your lines one more time. Your heart beats fast, and time seems to stop.

Then the crowd hushes. Goosebumps run up the back of your neck as you realize, it's about to start. For real. The director runs through the spiel about turning cell phones off.

And then... the piano starts to play a lively tune. The curtain rustles as it is drawn aside. The first actors are up on stage, starting the play, and you know it'll be your turn in a matter of moments. Although you did perfectly fine at the rehearsals, this is different. Your mouth turns dry, but you recover from your stage fright and walk in on cue.

You get through your lines just fine and do your motions just right. And, then you walk off stage. But it's not over. You have several more times to go back on. And now you are anticipating it. It's fun!

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Acting. I just love it. And I am going to be in a play, hopefully. I am auditioning today, and I AM SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!! Do you like plays?