Ruby’s Comments (group member since Jul 26, 2014)

Ruby’s comments from the Write, Wrote, Written group.

What is it?? What is the little thing in his hand??? I like her, where are her parents? Is she completely human? Ohhhhh come on, I need more!!!!

Wow, did you come up with that song or is it something else? Cause it's really good! The rhyming sceme is amazing!

Soo good!!!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Thank you!!

I like Maine...I've been there, and Eliot, Maine is really small, with no big buildings anywhere in it, around there is also Berwick, South Berwick, and North Berwick....yeah

O.O

This is really good!!

What was it, fate? Was that it? That brought these two women together, each with a newlyborn baby in her arms, neither one their own? Two babies so different, and yet so alike? Did these women know what was prophesied about these to children? How could they? After all, they were but peasants, and prophesies are for kings!

And so, when the two women met, and found how alike their situations were - well, they naturally bonded and stuck together, and so, that was how two little stars were born on the brightest night of the year, and came to grow up together, and not to learn about the prophesy writing their very own future, miles and miles away, until they were much older... For years the scholars searched for the baby, the one to end the war, but they never found the child (really two) in the little cave by the sea, where the two women and their adopted children lived.

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Kamiko wrote: "I love the way you sue the bold letters in the beginning. This is really amazing."

Aww shucks thanks!! It took me like at least 2 hours to come up with that, and I was constantly looking up "synonym/rhyme for _____"...but yeah...

Two children were born that night. You know the one of which I speak. When the moon was full, and the stars shone brightly through the blanket of blackness, two cries rang out, each in completely different worlds.

One was from a baby girl, with eyes as lively as a dancing fire, the little sprouts of hair there were a vivid orange. Her cry was more a laugh, and her face burst into a smile at the first thing she beheld with her twinkling eyes. It was the midwife, who, with her dark raven hair and even darker black eyes, immediately took a liking to this sweet little baby. However, as soon as she had finished cleaning the child up, and brought her back to show the mother, she saw a horrible thing. The mother was dead, having died in childbirth, or perhaps from relief, as she had seemed in a terrible rush to have the child rid of her body. The woman hadn't been identified when she came to the hospital house, and so the midwife could have no way of reaching the father. So, she wrapped the child up in warm blankets, and swept her away, to raise the little girl herself.

In a world very different from where the little girl was born, a baby boy looked up at his own midwife. He had frost blue, almost white eyes, and the few hairs on his own head were the same color. He was able to go home with his mother, but after only a few days, she grew very ill and died. So, his aunt took him in for herself, as his father had disappeared at the first sign of his wife's pregnancy.

And so there were two children, born on the same night, when the moon shone full and the stars twinkled down gayly on the snow-covered treetops. But another thing was born, as well. That night, two armies clashed, and the first battle between Ice and Flame began, each army led by one man, one with brilliant red hair and mustache, angry, orange eyes, and the other with snow-white hair and light blue eyes, slanted and suspicious.

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Ahhhh the wording - the mystery - the the the ahhhhhhhhhh my brainnnnn I love it I love it I love it

Ohhh thanks!

XD

Ahhh yayayayay I can't wait!!!

((and also, where are you getting the fonts and stuffs?? I see a bunch of members use them and I dunno where to find them...))

XD well look at it this way - now you can have the benefit of a happy surprise of a whole extra chapter! XD

F ather of Ice,
Mother of Fire,
Produce one child,
One child, no higher.

W hen the moon is full,
And the stars shine bright,
A child shall be born,
One dead of night.

T hat same night, the war begins,
At twelve strokes upon the hour,
And born both foe and savior,
One to live and one to cower.

T he child shall end,
What its parents had started,
And the reign of the Nightingales,
Will soon be parted.

F or two half dozen years,
Two sides shall battle,
Nine true lives lost,
But also a chattel.

T his item the child must collect,
For the balance of two bands,
Peace between two worlds,
Hang in its hands.

O nly once this item is found,
Can truly four worlds be safe and sound.

Ohhhhh..I just thought because of post 17 and then 21..........