IdaBeyer

Cay dreams about becoming a warrior in the armies of Pathria. With his status as an orphan and a slave that dream can never become reality. Or can it?Suddenly Cay's lost identity recovered by chance, but accepting his rightful place in this world is not without sacrifice. Things and beings he once thought was no more than the stuff of legends are now a part of his past, and if he takes his rightful place in life, the place long decided by the gods, they will become a part of his future. The question is, will he be who he is destined to be? Will he walk in his father's footsteps? Or will he turn his back on who he truly is - A Spirit Warrior? * * *Rebecca just wants to be free. Free of expectations, free of prejudice, free of injustice and free of traditions. She wants to travel where her heart desires, but she is bound. She is bound to her mother and father who will decide for her, until she marries and then her husband can make decisions on her behalf. Such was the life of a woman, and such is the life of a woman. Such is her life, until she meets a Spirit Warrior who allows her to make her own decisions, her own choices. When Rebecca finds herself with the power to make choices that can change the course of her whole life, she falters. Will she be able to free herself of the fear that keeps her confined? And will she be able to choose the life that she really wants, instead of the life that everyone else wishes for her?…

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Folktales and legends are the essence of childhood, but there comes a time when they must be left behind. One must grow up. But when The Princess of Kaupa, is married off to the King of the Theas. What seems to be a match made by the avaricious King of Kaupa, turns out to be a match made by the gods. Folktales and legends are the essence of childhood, but there comes a time when they must be left behind. Or must they? * * * I tilt my head to look at him. I have tears in my eyes; one is running down my cold cheek. I see his eyes widen and him falling to his knees beside the tub. He grasps my left arm forcefully, his eyes wide with fear."You will never have me..." My voice breaks, but I manage to force out the words that are edged in my mind, and in my heart."I curse you, everything you ever love shall die, everything you ever try shall fail, everything you ever wish for shall be denied you, my curse will ruin you, but the gods... the gods will end you..." I draw in a shaky breath, and gather the last of my strength."The gods are as sardonic as they are vengeful... You shall die by the hand of The Spirit Warrior..."In the few moments after I say those words, there is utter silence and the only thing I hear is the sound of my blood hitting the water in the tub, which is already painted red. I see him opening his mouth and yell at me, yelling my name, but I hear nothing. I close my eyes and I feel only the blood steadily dropping from my wrist."Put me in the same coffin..."…

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"That color doesn't suit you well..." His deep voice surprises me yet again, and I nearly spill the whiskey that I'm pouring into his glass. I look up at from the task at hand to see him studying my bruised face. I feel anger nagging me, and I feel the urge to snap at him. "I didn't exactly pick it myself... It's just my place in this new world.." I manage to hide the bitter tone threatening to seep into my voice. He narrow his green eyes at me ever so slightly.He ever so slowly sits up straight, and gets to his feet, and with that one movie he grows to a menacing giant. I step back to allow him more room, and myself more of a chance to get away. His every move seems calculated. He is approaching me like I a wounded animal, and I don't care for it one bit. He raises his unbraced hand and places it on my shoulder facing towards the heavens. From the corner of my eye, I can see him carefully grasping a strand of my strawberry blonde hair between two calloused fingers. "It doesn't have to be that way..."…

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"Angel, I can't promise you I won't hurt you, I'm not a good man, and I'll truly hurt you some day, but until that day comes, I'll stay with you, and I won't let you go, no matter what. I'll keep you, protect you, I'll provide anything you should ever need, but there are things I can't promise, staying is one of them," * * *Pain is Jason's constant and only companion. It's the only thing he has ever known. He welcomes it, and trusts it like an old friend. If you feel pain, then at least you are alive. Most of the time, pain is the only thing Jason really feels.But, one happy accident hurls him off his destructive course. He is drawn to a woman, who truly needs his help. Can he bring her back to life? And in the process come to terms with the boy that he was? Will she show him the man that he could be? Or will he remain the monster that he is?…