i want chocolate

so i survived cub scout camp, just barely.
today, i walked up the hill, and i got a haircut. yes! i got a hair cut! i decided i didn't really want to get my hair done at camp, and besides, i won't have much time at camp, as i'll be on a 20 mile hike for most of the time. i know, 20 miles isn't much. you try doing that with
* weak ankles that get  hurt with the slightest stumble
* bunions
*heavy pack
* a dozen or so other girls that aren't big on waiting up. or talking about books.

so yeah.

today i'm going to be helping genun with his eagle scout project, and then i'm going to a pioneer day bbq. i'm gonna have fun with that.
i haven't been writing as much as i should be, on either of my little fantasy stories, but i have gotten a bit more. here is an excert from  The Stones of Destiny.


A tall, willowy woman stared out across the waters, gazing at the reflections of the stars. Her long blue hair was the color of the sea at night, nearly black, and smooth as silk. Another woman, this one shorter, with hair the color of a cherry tree's new blossoms, went to her.
"Sondra," The second woman called softly into the mist. "Sondra, is it time?"

"No, Bethaniee, the time is soon, but for now, Faerie is safe."
The woman stood, and stretched her wings, for she was not mortal, but a faerie, a member of the race mortals seemed to classify as nothing more than stories for children as they went to bed, heads filled with dreams of tomorrow. Her brow creased as she wondered how long her people had before the growing evil destroyed the peacefulness of her world. As if in answer to her question, a low boom echoed across the sea. It was over, after four long years, it was finally over. But the woman did not rejoice. This time, Good had not won; as she knew it would not.

"Bethaniee, Grace," Sondra whispered. "Gather the Guardians, and the Stones! The time is now!"
Grace, the third of the four faeries on The Island began to weep, softly, wind causing her light green tunic to billow. Everything else was still, as if in mourning, the stars dimmed, "Is- is the King…"

"Yes. The King has fallen. Faerie is all but destroyed," Sondra said sorrowfully. "There is little time left for us to work. To save Faerie, we must act now, and send the Guardians to Earth. This is the only way."

"Yes, I know," Grace whispered softly, wiping tears from her eyes.
Henna, a fourth faerie, the youngest of them, her long golden hair shining in the light of the moon, spoke up. "The Prophecy! Will it truly come to pass?" her amber eyes glowed with a combination of fear and hope.
“Yes,” Sondra told her, with grief in her voice. “All of it.”

"Has the time come at last?" Two voices from the shadows spoke at once as two golden shapes emerged to join the faerie.

"Oricy, Quinlan, yes, it is time," Bethaniee said, her voice a whisper.
Two more shapes, these a pale silver in color, coalesced from the darkness. "We are here," a soft, birdlike voice called out.
"Aruta, Karanna, come here, to the circle." Sondra instructed. She gestured to a carved circle, set in to the stone. Aruta, Oricy, Karanna, and Quinlan, the Guardians, gathered in the center of a stone sun, and the faeries began to chant:




"Moon of two worlds
Stars of four
Back to earth
Open your door
That those before you
May safely pass
This we ask, of you
Let it be so!”

After three times, the sun began to glow with a pale light, not quiet silver, not quite gold and the four Guardians vanished, each with a small, white box, each with a name set in gold.

 this is only a rough draft, keep in mind
anyway, more later!