See the Sea (Part 2)

Hey Readers,
I apologize for such a late post, Summer has been so busy that I haven't had much time to post. But today I am back with more to the story See The Sea.

Is tried to focus on her homework, but on the man, who had appeared in her dream. The man had appealed to her not just because of his looks, but also because of his attitude. He seemed very cordial in her dream, along with the glimpse of kindness in his eyes. He was a change of pace from the "boys" she spent her school days with.
She flipped another page of her text book, but it was hard. He kept her focus. The problem was that Is could not convince herself that he was not real. She kept trying, but then she gave up and flipped the book shut.
It was ten o'clock at night, she laid in bed, but she could not sleep. He consumed her thoughts, she kept wishing he was real. Maybe he is.  She thought, but she new better. Men in dreams were too good to be true. Is lay in bed not able to sleep, suddenly and idea came to her mind. She would go and see if she could learn why she had dreamed of this man at the beach. The best place to do this research was at the beach. Is got out of bed silently, she grabbed a pair of shorts, sandals, and a T-shirt. Her home was not very far from the beach so she did not need to drive herself, which would have alerted her parents.
Is crept out of her room and down the hallway, she was careful to avoid any creeks in the hallway and the stairs. Is silently made her way outside without getting caught. It wasn't too difficult for her parents were heavy sleepers, but her younger sister was not, and she would be willing to tattle on her.
Once Is was outside she breathed a sigh of relief. She was so glad that there had to be no explaining to her parents.
On this night the moon was full and bright as she made her way down the street, which in five short blocks turned to sand. The moon was a beautiful cool light and it was magnificent on the ground and the sea below. Is loved the sight and wished she had someone to share it with. She stood on the beach and stared at the beauty, lost entirely in the magic of it. Brought out of the world of reality into an imaginary one that was better than any dream she had ever had. That lasted for what felt like forever, when Is heard a sound behind her. She whipped around to see a handsome young man behind her. His hair was a sandy blonde and long enough that it reached his shoulders. His eyes a sharp glistening sea blue. His skin a sun kissed tan. A strong muscular build that was shone off because he was only clothed from the waist down. He was every bit as handsome as the man she had seen in her dreams, and as she thought about it. He looked just like the man in dreams. Is moved closer, arm out stretched to see if he was real. She wanted to touch him to make sure she had not gone crazy. She moved closer, to her surprise he grabbed her hand. Is was shocked, most of the time she repelled people, especially ones that looked as good as him.
"Isabella, what are you doing here this time of night?" he asked, his tone deep and soft.
"How do you know my name?" Is was confused. This man was real, she could feel it, but how did he know her name.
"I have seen you many times on the beach. I have heard you say it to others," he replied innocently.
"If you have seen me at this beach, then how come I have never met you?" Is asked. He looked away Is had heard legends, before she never wondered if they were real, but now she was almost certain it was. "your -"
"I am a man of the sea, a subject of Poseidon, I am a merperson," he responded sheepishly.
"Why do you look down at the mention of who you are?" asked Is.
"Because I have wanted to be a man of the land, and a subject of Zeus for a long time," he replied.
"Then how is it you can walk on land?" Is inquired.
"I can change my form through magic, to blend in, but even slightest drop of water if not wiped of can expose my true form," He replied.
"That is how you have come to me on the beach, while I was sleeping," Is replied. Staring at him and amazed by the truth.
"Yes, we are not to expose ourselves, but I knew as soon as you came here tonight, you would know the truth," he replied. "I am sorry."
"Don't be sorry, like mystery. It's more interesting then homework. What is your name?" Is asked
"Devon, but everyone calls me Dev," He replied with a grin.
"Well Dev, pleasure to meet you,"Is smiled as she shook his hand.
"The pleasure is all mine, Isabella."
"Call me Is, my friends do." Is faked a smile.
"That's not a real smile, do you not have friends?"
"I have one, but she is not a very good one." Dev nodded in response as though he understood. "All this mystery has me up for a few more hours. I have never seen the beach at night, care to join me?" Is asked.
"Of course, Is." Dev smiled and it warmed Is. Most people would have called her crazy, but there was something in Dev's eyes that knew he was telling her the truth. As they walked along the beach, they talked. Dev asked many questions about the human world, and Is answered them as best as she could. Is also asked questions about Dev's would. Is was blown away by the beauty Dev seemed to describe, it was a foreign world, far beyond what she had ever known.
"How can you not like that?" asked Is.
"It is I don't like it, I just don't belong," he replied. Is agreed, she knew all about not belonging. Before Is knew what she was doing, she pulled him into a hug. Is could feel Dev was tense for a moment and then relaxed as she looked him in his eye.  He was beautiful with the light glistening off his hair and the darkness around him.
Dev stared at her, he could not believe she had hugged him. The humans he had known had not shown that much compassion to him before. The best part about Is was she was more beautiful than place he had called home. At that perfect moment in time, he couldn't help himself any longer. He dipped his head and kissed, the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on.
In that moment there was no longer a world around them, there was just them all alone on the beach.
Thanks for reading once again!
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Be Happy, Be Beautiful, Be Positive
Forever and Always
Maddy B

See the Sea

Hey ya!
Here is the story I promised, so kick back with some sweet tea and enjoy!

She clicked her pencil on the desk, waiting, patiently for the bell to ring. As she stared at the clock, seconds became minutes, and minutes became hours. It was painful to wait. Her green eyes became hazy and unobservant to everything else around her. All she wanted was to get out of this stuffy classroom and head to where she belonged, the beach.

There was something about the soft sand between her toes, the wind in her long blonde hair, the sea salt misting, and just soaking up the sun. She was not one of the bikini models, but she was not terrible looking in a swimsuit. Her height was five eleven, taller than most girls in her class, which made her stand out and not feel as though she belonged in school, and maybe she didn't, but it didn't matter Isabella only ever felt she belonged at one place and that was the beach or on the ocean. She loved it and it could not hurt or betray her like so many others had done before. 

As Is began daydreaming, the bell rang. Is bent over, grabbed her things and headed straight for the door, where she was stopped by her blabbering friend, Jade.  Here the term friend is used loosely. Jade was someone Is could talk to, but other than that she never truly understood Is nor did Is tell her anything important, because if she did, the entire school would know.

“What’s the problem now is?” asked Is who just wanted to get out of here.

“It’s Brad. Men are so stupid, I swear,” stated Jade. Is just rolled her eyes and listened as Jade ranted the whole way to their lockers, sadly for Is, their lockers were right next to each other.

After Is had haphazardly gathered her things into her messenger bag, she said, “I would love to stay and listen Jade, but I have to get going.”

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” asked Jade.

“Oh you know, I have things to do, people to see,” replied Is with a shrug. Jade would have a lot to talk and joke about if she knew that Is was going to the beach again, if she knew how much time Is spent there.

“Is you know you can tell me right?” asked Jade hoping almost pouting for an answer. Is knew better, she knew all Jade wanted to do was talk.

“It’s just some errands, nothing important,” shrugged Is as she walked away from Jade, “Have a good evening see you tomorrow.”

“See you,” Jade replied shaking her head as she turned back to her locker. Is let out a heavy sigh, headed out to her car with a pep in her step. The warmth felt so good and all she could think about was spending time lying on the beach, just close enough to the ocean that the waves would curl around her feet. Is smiled as she threw her bag in the back seat of the old Jeep Grand Cherokee that she drove. She hopped into the front see, turned the key, put the car in reverse and backed out of her parking spot and headed toward the open road. She was one of the first ones out of the school, but that didn’t matter she didn’t want to stand and talk to everyone, that was not her. She had known those people to long and she was happy that this was her last year of high school. She wanted to see the world.

In no time Is reached the beach. She grabbed the bag that she always kept in her car. That bag contained all the beach things she needed, her parents who knew how much she loved the beach always bought her things for the beach. She smiled as she took off her sweaty tennis shoes, put on her flip-flops, put her sunglasses on her face, and swung her bag over her shoulder. It was very relaxing. The beach she always visited was very quite and secluded, it was a bit rocky and that was why the tourists didn’t find it ideal, but to Is it was perfect.

She laid her towel out on a soft spot and she put herself on top of it soaking up the sun, and enjoying the warm weather. She let her mind wander into the field of dreams, and while she laid in the sun and enjoyed the warmth, she dreamed of something she hadn’t thought about since she was a child. She dreamed of merpeople, and there wonderful underwater kingdom. There was one in particular though that struck her. He was a tall, muscular lean merman. He had dark wavy hair that came just to his shoulders. His eyes were a soft blue, but his features were chiseled and strong like the rocks. His tail was a deep teal, and brown color that blended with the surrounding sea.

Then Is heard a splash and she awoke quickly from her dreams. She looked about her wondering if she had imagined it, then she noticed something in the water, it was a large fin. Is rubbed her eyes and looked again, but was gone. She believed herself to be hallucinating. The sun must have gotten to her. But what if she wasn’t? “Stop feeding your imagination.” Is picked her things up and headed to her car, little did she know that someone or something as it might be known was watching her and was disappointed she was leaving so soon.

 Here is part I, part II will be up next week! Hope you enjoyed!
See You Real Soon

Be Happy, Be Beautiful, Be Positive

Maddy B

In the Forest (Part 3)

Here it be, X marks the spot...

Aymeth gathered her things, she was dressed in clothes made for traveling. She was dressed in a tunic and leggings, boots, a sword at her hip, a quiver on her back, a bow on her hand, and her light blonde hair pulled up into a high pony tail. She left the den and met Dayon. She didn't know where she was going or how long she would be, but that was the best part about leaving on an adventure. She had not had one of these in ages and the best part was that she was going with Dayon.
They walked down the path enjoying each others company.Before they knew it they had made their way deeper into the forest. It was a part of the forest Aymeth had not been to before.
"Where are we?" asked Aymeth finally. She had moved her hand onto a sword.
"Not far from where I was raised," Dayon replied. "It's just behind this veil of trees. We use it as a border into our realm. We do not want people stumbling across our home, so our spell weavers use many tricks of magic to protect it." Dayon muttered something Aymeth did not understand. Within moments it was as if a curtain had risen. Aymeth could see the homes the elves had made within the groves of the trees, and all the elves, as beautiful and as tall as Dayon. Everything here seemed to have an unnatural shimmer to it. "Come along," said Dayon as he took her hand and stepped through. Aymeth could not get over the beauty of the place. Even as a nymph she had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. As they walked along many elves greeted Dayon by name, but no one asked why she was with him.
"Why does no one ask about me?" asked Aymeth.
"They know they will know soon enough, and most of them have psychic abilities and could tell you the whole story right now," replied Dayon.
"How will they know?" asked Aymeth, "Do people spread rumors here?"
"Usually when it involves the prince, yes," replied Dayon. Aymeth was shocked. He had nobility and kindness, but she assumed he was just being respectful, but she did not assume he was the prince.

As the reached the palace, Aymeth felt her stomach churn. She had never been so nervous in her life. She was thinking about what if the King of the Elves did not accept her, she could no longer have Dayon. She would have no reason to live, because it was then that she realized how much she had grown attached to Dayon. She did not want to lose him. A handsome young elf opened the door for them, recognizing who Dayon was, he escorted both of them to the throne room. There Dayon grabbed Aymeth's hand and whispered in her ear. "It will be alright, I promise."
Then Dayon's father entered the room. He was just as tall, as handsome, nearly an exact copy of Dayon, but he had a few more scars and looked only a bit older than Dayon. "Son," he said, his voice hard and strong, "Welcome home again, and with a woman, I never thought I would see this day."  He came forward to his son and embraced him. "I have missed you," stated his father.
"It has been too long," Dayon replied. Aymeth caught the glimpse of a tear in is eye.
"Who is this woman of yours?" asked Dayon's father as his gaze turned to Aymeth and he began to circle her.
"Her name is Aymeth, she is a nymph of the forest. She lives with her family," replied Dayon.
"She is a wolf, of magical capabilities  You both come because you are both dearly in love," replied Dayon's father. It scared Aymeth that he knew so much about her.
"Yes and we ask for your blessing," stated Dayon. His father had stopped circling Aymeth. He continued to gaze for a moment and then he paused.
"And my son you shall have it. She is a fine young woman, who has fought valiantly for her family. So she does not need to fret over her family anymore, they shall be welcome to live here under the protection and care of the elves. I will send men for them instantly while we prepare the celebration. Drinks all around," replied Dayon's father, his face grew merrier as he spoke.
Dayon in all the excitement at his father's words turned to Aymeth and kissed her passionately.

Well there is the last of Dayon and Aymeth. I hope you enjoyed as you have enjoyed warmer weather where you are at (hopefully). Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment below, I would love some feed back.

Be Beautiful, Be Happy, Be Positive
Peace and Strawberries! (Because strawberries are awesome! :) )
Maddy B!

In the Forest (Part 2)

As stated here is part two, drum roll please...

Aymeth was taken aback. An elf, she knew there were strange things that lived in the woods, but she did not know that there were elves. Even to her race who were commonly mistaken for elves, they still believed them to be legend.
"How?" inquired Aymeth.
"I asked you a question first," replied Dayon.
Yes he had, and Aymeth knew it was right to answer it, but she was so curious as to who he was that she did not want to talk about herself. As she stared at him quizzically she said, "My name is Aymeth and I am a wolf nymph. you are currently staying in my den under the consent of my mother and me for my father is dead."
"Now that I have learned about you I shall answer your second question, being of mystical ability you will understand that things that do not want to be known will not be known. They have an uncanny ability to hide themselves as you have often hidden part of you Aymeth," stated Dayon, his voice was smooth and charming as he spoke. He also had the greatest of ease about him.
"Why were you injured?"
"Ah I will answer that if you answer but one of mine."
"And that is?"
"Can I see your wolf form?" Aymeth thought about that question. It was interesting, never in all her life has she been asked that question before, but then again she had also dated numerous men, who never thought twice about legends.
"If you wish." She transformed right before his eyes into this beautiful wolf that was absolutely amazing and intrigued Dayon all the more. He had heard many tales about the nymphs and there kind, but he had never meant one personally.
Aymeth let him have a good look and then she changed back once again into her human form.
"You are beautiful," Dayon said in awe.
"Thank you, now about my question," replied Aymeth patiently.
"Oh yes, as to my injuries, I was on the run," replied Dayon casually.
"What from?" asked Aymeth.
"It was a misunderstanding, I was in town preforming some magic, but with this christian wave of beliefs they began to call me a heretic and chased me out of town. But before I could gather my things and head out they gashed me deeply. I used what ever strength I had left and transported myself out of town to the woods, where you found me," stated Dayon, "It has always been elven tradition to show magic and tell of legends in the human villages, we do that to keep old ways alive, but it seems they are wilting faster than a flower in a desert."  His voice seem to flux ate in tone as the sadness seeped through.
"It seems very important to you."
"It is when everything you know seems to change before your eyes."
"I have known it."
"You know I thank you for saving my life, and taking the time to take care of me, you have a beautiful soothing voice." Aymeth smiled as Dayon did as he spoke.
"You are full of compliments aren't you?" asked Aymeth.
"Of course, especially when I am around a woman as beautiful as you." Dayon slowly stood up and kissed Aymeth on the cheek. Aymeth blushed.
"You better lay back down you need your rest," stated Aymeth.
"You are right, will you sing some more?"
"Of course I will." Aymeth began to sing the lullaby once more, which lured Dayon once more. Her voice was beautiful which was fitting for a beautiful woman.

Dayon knew that he should return to his people, but after a week with Aymeth, he couldn't leave her. They had fallen for each other. Two lovers, of two different races. Dayon had met Aymeth's mother, and she was more than willing to see them married. She could use another hand in helping with Aymeth's brothers and sisters. Dayon just wondered if the elves would approve though. They had allowed elves to marry men, but a nymph he had not heard of such a thing. To convince them and obtain their blessing would be difficult. Elves were very hard headed and set in their ways. They were difficult and hard to change, but maybe it would be allowed. Dayon wondered how he could let go of such a beautiful nymph whom he loved so much.
"Aymeth?" asked Dayon as he ventured his way out of the room.
"Yes," replied Aymeth coming to Dayon.
"Can you journey with me to the elves I need their blessing if I am to marry you my love," stated Dayon.
Aymeth hesitated, but her mother interupted. "She may go, she has my blessing. I can take care of the other four, they will be fine until you return Aymeth."
"But mother I am not sure," replied Aymeth.
"Listen with your heart," replied her mother.
Aymeth closed her eyes, she felt the sounds of nature around her and listened deep within her heart. Then she spoke. "I will go with you Dayon."

-Well I tried to make it fit into two parts, but I just got carried away with it. Part three will be up soon, hope you have enjoyed the story thus far. Thanks for reading!
Be Beautiful, Be Happy, Be Postive
Reading gives perspective!
Maddy B

In the Forest (Part 1)

Hey ya!
Well here's to another week, and what do you know? Another Story! Enjoy!

Aymeth took a deep breath, the warmth of it fogged the crispy morning air, but only for a moment. She had an arrow knocked and the string of the longbow drawn back against her cheek. She had the tip pointed at the deer. She released the arrow with a snap of her fingers. It flew straight and true hitting the deer in the chest. The deer fell. Aymeth swiftly navigated the course her arrow had taken to the deer. It was a nice buck and it would feed her den for a good three days. Using the strength of the wolf within her she lifted the deer over her shoulder and carried it through the trees.

Aymeth was a beautiful nymph of the forest. She had her bleach blonde hair pulled up in a high pony tail. Her skin was fair and airy. She had deep green eyes like the leaves of late summer. She was dressed in a black tunic and leggings. As a nymph they had a different creature they represented. Aymeth was a wolf. She had the ability to change between her human form and her she-wolf form.

She reached the den that was in the center of the forest. To her the den was easy to find, but to anyone who had not grown up in this den, would have not noticed it. She entered the den and placed her bow and quiver against the side of the den. She set the deer down in front of her. She transfigured into her wolf form. She was just as beautiful as a wolf. Her fur was nearly just as white, but reflected more of a gray color to blend in with the snow. Her eyes did not change color, and hardly in appearance. Aymeth once again picked up the deer and carried it to the inside of the den. There her mother, sisters, and brothers still slept. Since Aymeth's father had died two years ago, Aymeth did most of the hunting, unless something required them to hunt in a pack.

Aymeth's family were the warrior's of the forest, they protected all the other families of nymphs, but it was a hard life, and Aymeth hardly ever left the den other than to hunt and fight.

"Aymeth?" asked Aymeth's mother who still seemed to be sleeping. She spoke to Aymeth through a connection of mind.
"Yes mother, I have a new kill for breakfast," replied Aymeth.
"Thank you, your brothers and sisters will become stronger from fresh meat, but even though it is your duty, I need you to marry."
"Mother."
"You know it is your duty."
"I know mother, but right now I have another duty and that is to my family to supply food and take care of you." 
"Honey, I can take care the family, I want you to go out, go into to town, and see who you can meet." 
"Mother-"
"No but's Aymeth, that is your duty. Go now Aymeth." 
"Alright mother." 
"Thank you Aymeth." 

Aymeth turned and left the den. She changed back into her human form, and magically changed into a gorgeous emerald gown that blended beautifully with the woods and complemented her nicely. She had grabbed the dagger that had been placed next to her bow. She was not going to go into town, she was going to explore the woods to see what adventure lie in them. Aymeth already knew what was in town and she did not want to go learn what she already knew, she wanted to learn something else.
Aymeth followed a path that had  been carved out in the woods, but whom she did not know, but she was going to find out where it led. Carefully she followed it, keeping her eyes open for anything new and exciting. As a nymph she knew that there was more that could be found than what met the eye.
She looked carefully, but found nothing that caught her attention. But she loved the smell of the wind through the trees, and the way that the sun looked as it shaded the trees. It had been a long time since Aymeth had this kind of time to her self and she liked it.

As she walked down the path, she saw a flash of light on her left. She turned her head immediately curious to what she has seen. She looked but she did not know what it was, there was not a cloud in the sky so it could not have been lighting. She then began to believe that it was only a figment of her imagination. She turned her head back to the path and headed down the path. A little further down the path she heard a scream. Aymeth ran in the direction of the scream. The warrior in her was willing to help anyone or anything who was injured.

Aymeth ran around a few bends in the path, where the trees became thicker and denser. There on the side of the path lay a man. He was a very handsome dark haired man. His hair was shoulder length. His features were hard and that of an ancient warrior. His eyes she could not see for they were closed. His body was tall, lean, and all muscle, but he had many wounds and was badly injured. Aymeth using her strength of the wolf inside her and her magic lifted him up. It would be a bit of her trek back to her den, and she was not allowed to bring others outside of her family too it, but this was important, and he was badly injured. She was sure her mother would make and exception.

Carefully she trudged back to the den, the path that had been pleasant on the way had become sweaty and grueling under the weight of this man. When she finally made it back to den, she just about collapsed in exhaustion  but she continued in further, she saw that her mother was out with her brothers and sisters and would not be back until later, which would be great, that would give her enough time to attend to this man's wounds.

Aymeth carried him to the far back rooms, there was a resemblance of humanity in these back rooms, not all of it was a dingy dirty cave in which they lived. They had a bathroom, beds, and a full working kitchen. Aymeth placed the man on her bed. From there she removed his shirt to observe the gash across his arm and  side. It was nasty, but Aymeth had seen worse in her days. Aymeth went to the bathroom, where she grabbed a needle and stitches to stitch the wound, she also grabbed bandages and gauze. She returned to the room where she said a small spell over the wounded area. She could tell in the man's face that the pain eased. Then she began the process of stitching. As she did that she sang a sweat lullaby that put the man into a deep sleep.

Suddenly he awoke with a start. Dayon had to leave, they were after him, but where was he. He seemed to be in a nice room, that had curved ceilings. The whole room was a light sky blue with brown earthen tones. It was beautiful and peaceful much like the nature outside, that he had longed so long to see again. Suddenly the door opened and in walked this beautiful, slender, white blonde haired woman, with smooth features and beautiful green eyes.

"Your awake?" asked Aymeth, "I thought you would be sleeping a few days."
"Yes," Dayon said in reply, "I heal quickly."
"Who are you?" asked Aymeth.
"Who are you?' asked Dayon.
"I asked you first," asked Aymeth.
"You would laugh and call me folly if I told you."
"I would do no such thing, Try me."
"Alright...my name is Dayon, and I am an elf of the forest."

I am just.. (poem)

Hello!
Happy Tuesday!
So I was laying awake last night when this poem popped into my head and I thought it was decent enough to share. I am not the best poet so bear with me.

I am just...

I am just a curtain for your scene.

I am just an echo to your voice.

I am just a note to your music.

I am just a move to your dance.

I am just a person in your crowd.

I am just a rose on your stage. 

I am just an applause to your success. 

I am just an unimportant piece to your magnificent show. 

I am just...

I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!
Be Happy, Be Beautiful, Be Positive
Ta Ta For Now
Maddy B

The Legend of Shadow Hawk

Happy Saturday Everyone!
Here as promised is the new story for you based on night! Enjoy!

In the dark of night I lurk and in the shadows I strike. I am a hunter, but not of men. I hunt those who hurt men. Some people think that I am the monster, but I am not, I am the Shadow Hawk. I tread through the streets of Rome looking for murders, killers trying to strike humans. I have this uncanny ability to hide in the shadows, but then again I was blessed with the ability to shape shift.

She stood under the stop sign. She was dressed all in black, wearing a black tunic and leggings. She also had a cloak draped over her shoulders it was out of the time period but it made her more of a legend. Her black hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. Her features were covered by a black mask tied across her face. All that could be seen was her dark brown eyes. She was waiting. While she waited she watched people walk back and forth across the busy street. People of all different shapes and sizes. People all heading different directions. People all having them all different lives. Everyone of them having a different story to tell.

But she didn't care about that right now she was only after one man in particular and that man was in his traditional trench coat that was a desert sand shade and two sizes to big for his frame. He also had on dress shoes that had recently just been shined, he had his typical brown hair covered by his a large bowler hat. This man walked with a very hurried pace. He was on a mission he did not want to be on. As he made his way down the street little did he know that he was being followed. He made his way quickly, but not to fast as to draw attention, just fast enough for people to know to get out of his way.

Block after block she followed him. He was easy to trace, but then again he wasn't your average murder. He was only after revenge, but she knew all to well that revenge would ruin him, she knew of revenge all to well she had seen enough of it to last a life time. She also knew how messy the inexperienced could make it that she did not want to see this man learn what revenge would cost him.

As she trailed him she remembered earlier in the night when she had first learned that he was on the prowl. She was at a club just outside the down town area of Rome.

"Arnie who is he?" asked Shadow Hawk.
"He's your eveyday business man, who was wronged by this international business and now he is out to kill the boss. He just had to get a few more drinks down his throat before he had guts enough to do it," stated Arnie in hushed tones as he was whipping off the bar. 
"You didn't keep giving him the drinks did you?" asked Shadow Hawk 
"Of course not after the second shot of Vodka I switched it out for water," replied Arnie nonchalantly. 
"Thank goodness, at least you have a brain Arnie, did you hear where he was going?"
"Yeah something about a hotel on second street."
"That's not far from here." 
"You got that right."
"Thanks Arnie." Just as quickly as she had appeared in the club she left She knew her way around this part of town like the back of her hand. It would be an easy catch to find where this man was going and just the route and inexperienced killer would take.

Now he turned the corner on second street. He walked about thirty paces down the street and then he stopped. He looked up. From the trajectory of his eyes Shadow Hawk could tell that he was looking at the window where his ex-boss had slept, and she could see in his eyes the revenge. Within minutes the man was on the fire escape, climbing his way to the window, that one window where revenge would ease the pain he felt, or so he thought. Shadow Hawk knew well enough that easing that would take more than revenge.

Shadow Hawk was a few seconds behind him she crawled through the window. The man held the dagger directly above the sleeping mans heart. She could not let him die, he looked so peaceful sitting there. She moved around in the shadows silently and when the man went to drive the dagger into the sleeping man's heart, she caught his hand in hers. The tip of the blade was only inches from the sleeping man's skin. The killer looked at her in horror, he was afraid what she would do. Then She whispered in his ear, "I am not here to hurt only to protect. Fear not, the man who lies upon this bed will decide your fate not I." She removed the dagger from his grip and pulled his arms behind his back. She led him to a small chair in the corner and tied him to it. On the desk she saw notebook paper and  a pen, she grabbed it and wrote a note to the sleeping man about what had happened. She placed the dagger next to it and fled out of the window into the darkness.

The sleeping man awoke. He saw her leave through the window. He had been following her for years and she was just here, and he had missed her. He grabbed the note, but he need not read it. He untied the man who was tied in the chair and paid him. He was going to find her. His heart needed him to find her. For she did not know it, but they were once lovers.

Hope you enjoyed. I may add more to this story, but the legend of Shadow Hawk covers her mystery and leaves you a perfect ending to add more if need be. I hope you all found good ideas that go along with night. Be sure to comment below if you want me to read them or if you have feed back. Thanks for reading.

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Maddy B