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This is an epilog from my blog, "Fantisy at it's Peak" so you might want to read it to get an under standing who the characters are. the only thing i've changed was the I's to she's and like that... it just looked better and i didn't feel so funny.



'Twas a dress of pure beauty she wares when she walks in. Of the top it had a square neck. Gold and silver cord wraps around right below her chest to above her hips. It is made our of the finest indigo silks. It's sleeves go to her elbow where they then become a waterfall of cloth. The skirt flows like water, without end so it seems. It swirls like it has its own life. Small stars glisten in the see of purple. Her hair is a twisted cord draping itself around her neck like sunshine. But if you look under a fold of her dress, you find a small dagger with a silver dragon handle. (She never goes unarmed) And the who took her coat of fine wool did not notice the sword that was hidden in the sleeves. For she is on a mission... not to kill human nor flesh, nay, but to annihilate the beast of all man's fears. A beast so foul and loathsome, it could not, nor should, be described. IT is created out of all fears of every living thing. It is the one who invited her to this grand dance, little knowing what misfortune she has brought with her. The beast does not take on its normal from, nay, it will imitate the person of your most glorious thoughts.
The music runs threw the air like fire! Bursting up there, being put down here. It is beautiful but carries the horror of life... some laugh, some cry, some carry on as if trying not to recollect on the unknown presence. she stands alone, no one seems to take notice. all stay at least a foot away. Except one lad across the room, his eyes do not lift from her. Not with greed, not with awe, just gazing. He follows her steps to the table of refreshments. He walks up to her with grace and bows with such elegance all would lust for. But she had seen one who could do better and lightly excepted his offer she did. They glide onto the dance floor. She can fell his eyes watching her face as they dance around the room, yet she looks at the people who are coming in and out of sight. And now the voice of precaution calls to her to look at her partners coal black eyes. She listens and behold! they flash red as blood in some candle light... a sure sign this is no man but the horrid creature. She keeps her face unchanging, yet he hears her body scream with disgrace. She was blind enough to dance with it. She suddenly realizes that she must reach for her dagger under the fold of her dress. But low, the boy will not release her hands. It knows that which she desires to do. It does not speak but his eyes clearly say, "Ha! I have caught you fair lass; try now to destroy me!" They dance on and on, she desiring to stop for her feet are bleeding from the tight shoes she foolishly wares. Its eyes laugh at her pain with joy.
The music has changed tunes several time, but now it has changed themes. The beast is controlling it with its mood. They dance onto the balcony where she shivers with the biting cold. The glass door close behind them; shutting everything out but the music. 'Twas then that it released her from his hand's grip. She reaches for her dagger that had been laying under the fold of her dress, soon realizing that it would be to no avail now that the beast knows of her intentions. She wishes for her sword and coat, and the boy tosses them on the ground. She rushes to them, for they (at the moment) are her only savior. She shouts at the lad to show its true form, for it is the only way she can kill it. That is when it speaks, its voice as cold and as ugly as death itself, "You know not what you ask. Let the fear that haunts the corner of your braveness blind you, and you can return and not be harmed."
Another presence has joined the fight, it is behind her and it is watching her statue. The other presence has taken control, the music has changed to meet the feelings of the other presence. It is sweet, but full of warning. The beast that she had danced with is engulfed in a black mist of fear that roles on the floor like fog. It roles around her as if tasting her fears. Then finally rolling of her, she sees there, standing in pure horror, the horrid creature real form. All her worst fears are pulled out and placed atop the beast and are backed up by all mans fear. She screams with abject engrossing terror. Covering her eyes, she falls to the floor, full of pain.
A hand is place atop her, it is of warmth and kindness. She knows that touch and that warmth... she felt it before, only days ago. She opens her eye to see the fair, beautiful boy. The boy of the land.... where at first she knew him not. He smiles with concern and comfort. "Let me get rid of the beast," his eyes tenderly read. But it was she who came to kill it, what shame it would bring upon her and the power that drives. He speaks, his voice as refreshing as a clear creek, "You have to may fears... you have carried them well, but low, look, there they are. I have only one fear, and if I fight not, it shall come true. I desire not to take your glory, but the beast must be ridden of."
Somewhere in his flow of words that are as rich as gold was her mid able to let him fight the terrible beast. He knew when her heart gave in and smiles with gleeful excitement, yet in the corner is one fear that no one can read; how strong it appears. It was just one fear, not made out of several things. Then he reaches out and clasps the sword that lay in her hands. As their fingers brush, energy is flowed out of her to him; such a quick moment does it take place that she hardly takes note. He swings around with lustful furry and a shout that is part of a cocky laugh and a dreading anger. His body glistens in the light of the moon, making him not of this world. He need not to have an epic battle nor a glamorous sparing. The blade falls upon the horrid creature and it screeches that of all foulness. Then it brakes and mystifies into a million pieces of darkness. Would it not be glorious if it would be the end! Nay, the mist of the beast rushes at the precious lad, engulfing him. The boy screams then smiles with all gaiety. All is now quiet, the boy looks at her with playful, loving triumph and flies his head back, bursting into thousands of sun shining rays. Then all is dark. The music is dead; there is no life nor fear. She did not destroy the beast, yet it is dead. She is along...

-Argetlam