For Deirdre
I would like to dedicate the next segment in my story to the one whos cares most about it. (its OK Woody, she's still all yours.)
Chapter 1(at least the beggining of Chapter 1)
"I'm not quite sure what we're to do with him, Deirdre. I must admit I'm scared and quite baffelled by his behavior."
Gabriel's eyes were closed, and he lay under sheets of the softest silk. But, he was in no way asleep and had , in fact, not slept the entire night. He was not follish as to open his eyes and reveal the true state of his slumber. Rather, he decided to let his parents believe that he was truly alseep, for this conversation was just getting interesting.
"Oh, don't be so hard on him, Roland, everyone makes their own decisions, and in their own time." Gabriel could recognize the voice of his mother, Deirdre Firewalker, the famous archer and dragon slayer. He could almost imagine he could see her lithe, showing hints of her eastern descent.
"I know, Dee" his father never called his mother that except in places of extreme privacy, Gabriel was sure that they thought he was stil asleep, "but i just want the best for him. I don't want to be balmed for the unhappiness that will inevitably occur in his life if he doesn't get motivated soon. All he does is either read those bnoks in the blasted library you cajoeled me into building, or he justs locks himself up in his room. he needs to get out a little more often. I only want the best for my only son and heir, I swear."
"Its alright dear," his mother said in a soothing voice, "but you have to give him time, every child rebels from his parents on once in a while. It's just a stage he's going through. Lets go, dear, we wouldn't want to wake him."
Gabriel could hear them move away from his bedside and close the door quietly behind them. Gabriel sat up, got out of bed and walked over to the window. He grasped the string hanging by the window and with a quick snap of his wrist he opened the curtains. Squinting from the bright light of the dawn he looked onto the main street below. he could see nobles and high ranking merchants walking up and down the street. Some were riding horses or in caraiges but they were all dressed elegnalty and not one peasents garb could be seen because the nobles guarded their district quite carefully.
Thats about it for now, i ahve more written but these things take time and thats a commodity i dont have much of at the moment. i promise ill updated either over the weekend or monday or tuesday. TTFN
-The Roaming Gnome
"I hate time, make it stop
when did Motley Crue become classic rock?
And when did Ozzy become an actor?
Please make this stop
Stop! Stop!
And bring back
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
way before Nirvana
there was U2 and Blondie
and music still on MTV
Noone in highschool
tells me that I'm uncool
But I'm still preoccupied (pied pied) with 1985
Classic Rock All the Way!" -The Roaming Gnome with the help of Bowling for Soup
Chapter 1(at least the beggining of Chapter 1)
"I'm not quite sure what we're to do with him, Deirdre. I must admit I'm scared and quite baffelled by his behavior."
Gabriel's eyes were closed, and he lay under sheets of the softest silk. But, he was in no way asleep and had , in fact, not slept the entire night. He was not follish as to open his eyes and reveal the true state of his slumber. Rather, he decided to let his parents believe that he was truly alseep, for this conversation was just getting interesting.
"Oh, don't be so hard on him, Roland, everyone makes their own decisions, and in their own time." Gabriel could recognize the voice of his mother, Deirdre Firewalker, the famous archer and dragon slayer. He could almost imagine he could see her lithe, showing hints of her eastern descent.
"I know, Dee" his father never called his mother that except in places of extreme privacy, Gabriel was sure that they thought he was stil asleep, "but i just want the best for him. I don't want to be balmed for the unhappiness that will inevitably occur in his life if he doesn't get motivated soon. All he does is either read those bnoks in the blasted library you cajoeled me into building, or he justs locks himself up in his room. he needs to get out a little more often. I only want the best for my only son and heir, I swear."
"Its alright dear," his mother said in a soothing voice, "but you have to give him time, every child rebels from his parents on once in a while. It's just a stage he's going through. Lets go, dear, we wouldn't want to wake him."
Gabriel could hear them move away from his bedside and close the door quietly behind them. Gabriel sat up, got out of bed and walked over to the window. He grasped the string hanging by the window and with a quick snap of his wrist he opened the curtains. Squinting from the bright light of the dawn he looked onto the main street below. he could see nobles and high ranking merchants walking up and down the street. Some were riding horses or in caraiges but they were all dressed elegnalty and not one peasents garb could be seen because the nobles guarded their district quite carefully.
Thats about it for now, i ahve more written but these things take time and thats a commodity i dont have much of at the moment. i promise ill updated either over the weekend or monday or tuesday. TTFN
-The Roaming Gnome
"I hate time, make it stop
when did Motley Crue become classic rock?
And when did Ozzy become an actor?
Please make this stop
Stop! Stop!
And bring back
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
way before Nirvana
there was U2 and Blondie
and music still on MTV
Noone in highschool
tells me that I'm uncool
But I'm still preoccupied (pied pied) with 1985
Classic Rock All the Way!" -The Roaming Gnome with the help of Bowling for Soup