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Heartbreak </3

    It’s been a full cycle of the moon since I have written here, and much has happened. My Father, Mother, Uncle Hoyt, Larkin, Blair and a few others showed themselves at the cave. My father....my father traded Fion for my return. I begged. I cried. But when she grabbed me and threatened to turn me into an undead, both Fion and my parents conceded to trade. As my parents were pulling me away I locked eyes with Fion. He mouthed the words “ I’m doing this for you. I love you. Forever.” Then he was attacked by her minions and dragged into the cave. I screamed. I tried to run to him. Finally, I think it was Blair, punched me in the jaw, and the next thing I remember I was landing with Hoyt in the courtyard. He flew me there. 

    I am not okay. They all try to tell me it wasn’t meant to be, but it was. I know he’s still alive, I know his heart is still connected to mine...I can feel it. I can hear it. I miss him so much. I don’t really talk to my parent’s much. They let her take him... my father said that he had great loss. His best friend was kidnapped by Lillith and when the Circle took chase, my father saw his murder. To make it worse, he was kidnapped helping Glenna, and he was sent back as an undead. Not human, not vampyre, to make his first kill, and it was my father who had to  kill him. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for that. My heart hurts for him.... it does. But.... it’s not the same. They traded Fions life for my safety and everything that has happened to him has happened because of me. 

     What’s that noise............ What?! Is that Fion outside my window? Something is different about him.... this isn’t okay. Something is wrong.... but I need to see. I’ll just go open the window and try to talk to him...my heart. My love...

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I know you are coming...

  Magical Inscription:  I know you are coming, I know you are on your way. I can’t see it all clearly in my head, but I know both you and father are coming, and that father has Fion in shackles on a horse. Really mother? I’m ashamed of that. I know Blair and Larkin and Uncle Hoyt are coming, but that he made Glenna stay at the castle as she is with child, again. I have a bad feeling Mam... there’s more vampyre around now, I can’t see them, but I can hear them. They are preparing for battle. They will fight. Mother, please call to Phoenix and have him take Fion somewhere safe.... It’s him that she wants. I’m just a tool for her to cause him hurt. Hurt he isn’t supposed to feel as a vampyre but does and will for me. My heart hears his..... he will give his life for mine. He will go with her, be her slave, do what she wants to save me. Please don’t allow this...... please. 

    I’m scared..........I want Da..

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I can hear you...

  Magical Inscription:  Mother, read this, hear my words. I know you read my last entry, and I know that Father had captured Fion prior to my kidnapping. He needs to let Fion help Mother. I am being held by a Queen Vampyre. She is angry mother. She is angry at me. She has love for Fion...and she blames me for his not wanting to live as a vampyre, not wanting to feed, and mostly, for not loving her. She is evil mam... she tortures me, she makes me watch her feed on children. Some from our Kingdom. She keeps me chained and does the  most dispicable things. Please Mam... Please make Da let Fion help. Tell him who it is, Tell him what I have written. 

    Sending all of this to you mam, please read my words.....get help. My time will be coming to an end. But please don’t let Fion come near her. Ask for Blair ....she’s the only one who could defeat her. 

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Help me....

 Magical Inscription:   Somebody please help me.... 

     The last thing I remember was seeing the most beautiful woman floating outside my window singing a song about forbidden love. The melody, the elegance of her voice.......I had to go to the window. I knew I should not...but I did.  

    Now I am in this darkened cave, I can’t see anything and there’s this awful stench, a stench similar to by the slaughterhouse on the north cattle farm, except not exactly. I hear noises, squeeks, and rustling... is there rodents in here? My hands are bound.. my feet are bound, my mouth is gagged with a foul tasting rag of some kind....

    Mother....Mother I am calling to you.  Please read what I write. I know you can........find me. Find me mother. Have father let Fion help......my heart belongs to him and his will find me. Please Mother....I am so sorry. I should have been honest with you and Father from the start. Please help... I love you Mam, I love you Da. Find me...

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Shite

     Today is not a good day, and I am confined to my room forever according to my father. Eamon followed me as I went to meet Fion today. Of course he ran to my father and told the King. I begged, I pleaded, he just won’t understand. He has sent his knights to find Fion, though he has always forbidden even his Knights to go to the Valley. I have called to Phoenix from my window and asked him to fly to Fion and let him know that he must find safety. Phoenix never lets me down, I know he will complete my request. 

    My Fion...I am so scared for him, for I know not what I will do if anything happens to him. Most especially because our love being what caused it. My father is unreasonable. Nothing is inherently evil. Fion is good, he is honorable. I tried to tell him that Fion is as he was, but he won’t accept that anyone would make the choices he had made. 

    I want my Aunt Glenna....I’m trying to call to her. I want Blair. and I want my mother. I know I can make them understand..........Please come to me....and soon.

     Goddesses, I beg you, please protect Fion from my father’s wrath and all evil... please.........

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How things have changed...

    It’s been three full moons since I have written in my journal. This is hard for me, as I usually wrote daily, or at the very least weekly. But you see, I have a secret. A secret I can’t even put in words where someone may stumble on it. I have come into magics and have charmed my journal to not open, but I know there’s those among me who can still open it, or read what is in it without opening. But I am going to bust if I don’t let it out somewhere. You see.........I am in love. And not with Brendan or Eamon. Though not knowing my heart belongs to another, they still consistently try to win my favor.. My parents have noticed my light of step and overall happiness and thik it is due to my affections for either Brendan or Eamon. Though they are both fine and strong men, they will not now or ever have my heart. My heart belongs to Fion..though he is a vampyre. I have attempted to discuss things with my mother, as she fell in love with my father when he was a still a vampyre, but it is still forbidden and my mother did not react in a way at all becoming to the Queen of Gaell. 

     Fion and I have been meeting secretly as near to everyday as possible. He makes me happy. He’s so attentive and loving and supportive and ashamed of my behavior, I am so, I have let him be inappropriate with me. I have let him kiss me in the shadows of the caves. It’s quite difficult, as I can’t be there at night, he can’t be out in the day, and having to hide my whereabouts. My mother thinks that I am volunteering, training my magics, or playing with the baby dragons. My father thinks I am exercising his horses he had shipped here from Eire from my Uncle Hoyt. In all truth I am with my beloved. My heart. 

     I will find a way for us to be together. Fion made me a ring with the gem he gifted me on my day of celebration. I keep it on twine under my garments, But in my mind we are to be wed. I will find a way... 

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Celebration.....

   The celebration of my 17th year was tonight. My family planned so much for me to enjoy. The musicians, magicians, the jousting and axe throwing, the sparring, the harpists, even the jugglers performed for me today. It was a great feast, and my father even permitted me to partake in some mead. My Uncle Hoyt and Aunt Glenna arrived back in time through the Dance of the Gods from 21st century Ireland. Lord Larkin and Lady Blair came from wherever they were at. They brought me the most beautiful of gifts. My mother and father bestowed me with beautiful jewels in the design of the Claddagh. My favorite of all designs. It was all grand. But I couldn’t stop my eyes from searching for Fion... in the hopes that he would at least try to see me. Eamon and Brendan vied for my attentions during dancing, and even still I scanned for Fion. When my father, who notices everything asked who I was looking for, I lied. Phoenix and the rest of the dragons did a air show for me earlier, so I told him I was hoping Larkin would let them know for me how beautful they all were. I don’t think he believed me, after all, it was not truthful.  Watchin my mother and father dance is like watching poetry. Even after so many years, they are still in love. Is my foolish young heart hoping for the same thing, rather than a match to ensure the future of the Kingdom..... 

 My mother pulled me aside and we spent time walking amongst the garden of roses that my grandmother had placed during her reign as Queen. “ You should know now, my darling, that magics run in our family, not to mention your Uncle Hoyt is a sorcerer. That’s all in your blood. Your father and I had a wish for you at birth that if you were to have magics, they would not blossom fully until you were of age and your heart and mind could handle it. If you have...experiences, question, all of us are here for you.” I hate these kinds of talks. “ I know Mother.” My mother knows me well, and though even I know I sounded like a brat, she gave me a hug and we went back to the celebration.

Still there was no sign of Fion and I couldn’t help being disappointed. I understood of course.... but time with him would have been the greatest of gifts. As the party ended and I retired to my rooms, I noticed wildflowers and a multicolored gem stone on my bed. I think it was opal, but I couldn’t ask anyone... they’d ask where I got it. I smelled the rose and ran my hand over the smooth opal... and I noticed a note.

“ I could not let your celebration pass without giving you a gift. I wish I could be with you celebrating. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we met. Young and foolish, I know we are. But my heart speaks to yours. Until we meet again, know I’m thinking of you, a stor.”

Tonight I will sleep with a smile on my face...

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Fion.... my heart.

     I went walking today along the fields of wild flowers near the Valley of Death. I know it is forbidden to all of the Kingdom. I just needed to get away. To escape from the burdens put upon me by my station. For I do not wish to marry, and certainly not to any of those in our Kingdom. I took Phoenix with me. I was protected by his dragon flames if I needed. But I did not. While wandering near the edge I saw the most bright of blue eyes shining from the dark entry of a cave. I was startled for a moment. I could feel the eyes watching my every move, yet I felt no malice from or toward. I slowly made my way closer, skirting the tail of Phoenix who attempted to prevent my approach. I knew if he felt true danger he would have done a great deal more than use his tail to try to stop me.  I got close enough that I saw in the shadows the most handsome of men. He had bright blue eyes and long blond hair, a part of which he had placed in a bun to I think keep the wind from blowing it into his face. His cheekbones were sharp, and he had a chin quite similar to my fathers and Uncle Hoyt.

    If he’s staying in the shadows I knew he was of Vampyre. At one time my father was, as well.... a long time ago before the day of my birth. I said hello to him and introduced myself. “ I know who you are, Princess. You should not be here, take your fiery beast and leave.” And why should I leave I asked him, as I had just as much right to be there as he. After a few minutes of volleying between us, we began to talk, to really talk. His voice made my heart beat fast, the lightest of touch of his hand made me feel like I couldn’t breath. I talked to him of not wishing to be my mothers successor when the time arrives. I told him how all wish that I become betrothed to someone suitable, and that I do not wish to be with any of them. He told me how he is hunted by his own because he denounces the life of a vampyre and that he will not cause harm or increase their numbers. He told my how he looks up to my father, and while he knows he will never be granted his human life, he does not need to feed, or cause harm, to humans, as my father did not for many centuries. As it gets closer to sunset he told me that I need to leave, that it will not be safe for me there. “ Can I see you again.” I desperately wanted to know. He told me that we should not, that my father and mother would never approve. I know this to be true. But I would not be able to not see him again. “ I’ll find you again. It won’t be tomorrow, as it’s the celebration of my 17th year...........I wish you could come. It will be still going on after sunset....is there any way?”  He told me what I already knew... my fathers senses were still enhanced, he would know a vampyre was present and stop at nothing until he was caught. My heart hurt at the thought of never seeing him again.  I told him again.... that I will find him. As soon as I can. He ran his hand along my cheek....” We should not” he whispered. I looked deeply into his eyes and told him...” But we will.” I called to Phoenix, climbed on his back and had him fly us back to the castle, rolls and loops along the way as both Phoenix and I love to play in the sky. 

     After landing I begged Phoenix to not let this out, for Lord Larkin, my mother’s cousin and father’s advisor is a shapeshifter and can communicate with all species. Phoenix gave me a nuzzle and I gave him a kiss on his head and went inside. My father immediately started hounding me  about where I was. Who I was with. What I was doing. When my mother intervened I took the opportunity to come to my room. Now I will lay here and look out my window. Eamon is sparring with his sword. Probably to get my attention. As if I care. I turned away from the window and think of Fion.......