plz?

Me please? 

I mean, I got one from Cloud, but I want morreeee!!!! 

~Raven

The tribe of the ravens's cheif had just died, leaving his young daughter to take charge. Her name was Raven, and it certainly suited her. She had dark, native-american skin, and raven-black hair, and a way with birds.

She was but fifteen years old, but she was beautiful. So beautiful that all the young men in the tribe wanted her for their bride, for she had beauty, kindness, and power. And that was a powerful combination.

As for Raven herself? She had not planned to marry for many years, and the prospect seemed daunting. And on top of that, leading her tribe and losing her father had put many years on her young face.

And that year, strange things began to happen. There were rumors of the dead rising again, and taking control, and certainly there were people disappearing, and strange and random people appearing out of the forest, knowing only ancient traditions and ways.

Appearing out of the forest, where the dead resided, their bodies layed out on trees and tyed there loosely, so that they may lay there in the nature for all enternity. But something was wrong. And the young leader didn't know what to do.

So she decided to go into the forest herself, "My people, I will see to this matter, traveling into the forest where few have returned from. I will assign Willow to be your new leader." She looked at the old lady who she was dear friends with, tears in her eyes, "Goodbye, my tribe, and when dificulties come to you, rise above them like the ravens did." She turned and walked away into the forest.

The trip was hard and long, and she had little to eat, and few places to sleep, but she still did it. She made it to the clearing where the dead lay, and certainly, many bodies were gone, only ropes remaining. Then she saw it.

A man's body rose up from a tree, and he came down, looking at her with hollow eyes, "F-father?" Raven whispered, looking at him sorrowfully.

He looked at her, his cold eyes unrecognizing. And came toward her, "I feed on your fear. Fear me, and I will control you." 

She took a step backwards, her heart pounding, then thought of his words, "Fear me, and I will control you." She shouldn't fear him. He was her father, "Father. Stop!" She cried, rushing at him, "Stop, Father!" 

And he did. He stopped there, and his eyes cleared, "Daughter..." And he collapsed, his eyes closing, his heartbeat stopping.

And Raven stood above him, looking at him, whispering, "Good bye, Father." So she left, leaving him there, to her tribe. Because she knew the dead would not rise again, now that the leader had closed his eyes forever, in peace. 

And she lifted her head bravely to face her life, because she was Raven, and ravens rose above all, never backing down. A small smile rose to her lips, and she entered her tribe again. The new strangers were gone, she heard. And the old ones were back. So the tribe of the ravens was at peace again.

~~~

~CNN Reporter

It was a hot summer day, and a CNN Reporter was having cofee with her friends, smiling. Her name was Natalie, and something else she liked was telling stories to the litle kids who came to the reporting station every day.

And they came that day, too. A little girl with yellow braids looked her with admiration on her face, "Tell me a story, Reporter Natalie." 

ANd so she did, "Alright, Maddy. Once upon a time, many years ago, there lived a little girl, who, just like you, dreamed of being a reporter when she grew up. She woudl write for her school's newspaper when she was young, but they hardly got recognised. She woulr write articles for her town newpaper, but refusal letter after refusal letter came back to her. And when she told her mother and father about her passion, they only scoffed at her, 'Dear, you could put your talents to much better use if you became a teacher.' They were both teachers, and thought it was the best job in the world."

Here, Natalie took a sip of her coffee, then continued, "So when this girl was in high school, she decided to quit being a reporter. She thought, 'What's the use, anyway? Mother and Father will never support it.' So she decided to become a teacher instead, and took a Teacher's College.

"She was a teacher for a while, but sometimes, instead of grading her student's worksheets, she would write articles for her imaginary newpaper. And sometimes, she would share it with her class. One year, though, her parents both died suddenly in a car accident, and she was devastated. She wrote an aritcle about it, and sent it to the newpaper, expecting to get rejected, but instead, her article was on the front page! Days later, she got a letter from the editor, asking her to come and be interviewed. She was very happy, and called for a substitute that day.

"So she went to the interview, and long story short, got accepted as a newspaper reporter, and wrote out her heart there." Natalie smiled happily. 

"Who was she?" Maddy asked. 

Natalie smiled, "Who do you think?"

Maddy frownedin concentration, then someone else called out, "You!"

Natalie smiled, "Yes, Leah, it was me."

"Natalie! Coffee break ended!" Someone called in the distance.

"Well, you'd better get going now!" The children scampered off, and Natalie smiled, remembering her childhood happily. 

Me, please!

Top! Rise from the second page!

~Gared 

The magician/king overlooked his country, a satisfied look on his face, calling out to his people, "My people! My country!" And he tossed out gold coins as he often did, and watched his people scramble and fight over them as they always did. 

He loved his kingdom, and was satisfied with his land, but he was worried about his youngest son, Prince Carl. He always yearned for faraway lands, and listened with an enraptured look when his grandfather told him stories of faraway lands with magic.

Of course, he knew magic, but he could not show it to his son. He would be taken off the throne and killed if anyone found out he was a magician as well as king. He sighed, as the crowd chanted his name, "Long live King Gared! Long live Kind Gared!" 

He nodded to them in courtesy, then walked away from the balcony to his room, when an agitated servant stopped him, a frantic look in his eyes, "Y-your Majesty- it's C-carl, sir, your son. H-he's very sick, sir, and h-he may- d-die!"

The king grabbed the servant's wrist and bellowed, "Take me to him now!"

The servant nodded, and hustled off, the king following with a worried look. Carl was sick? How? He was taken care of so well...

He saw his son in his bed, with a fevered brow and twisting in bed, mumbling, mumbling. The king leaned close to listen to what he was saying, "Magic... faraway kingdoms... full of magic... and.... and adventure..."

The king sighed, and knew that it was time his son knew the truth about him.

~~~

"Your Majesty, your son is awake." The king walked over to his son Carl's bedside, and saw the young boy's fevered eyes and the longing in them.

"Carl... I need to show you something." He dismissed all the servants, and plucked a dead flowerbud from Carl's bedside flowers.

Carl watched him without much eagerness, until he cupped the flower in his hands and blew on it, "Father... what are you-" He was cut off by the flower, growing magnificently. Bigger and bigger, the pale blue bud expanded, and he handed it to his son, "So that you may never have to yearn for magic again. Son, it is right here, beside you." 

~~~

TOP! I'll do more later! Rilla says agia. Again? yeah, I'll come again!