(Apologies in advance for this being so poorly written. It's in Annabell's writing, not mine.)

Last night I stayed up past my bedtime... Shh! Don't tell Daddy. He might not be happy with me. He hasn't gotten mad yet, but I don't want him to.…

(The following is a song written about a recurring dream of Annabell Rose, dedicated to Zachary Zagurian.)

There's a castle

by the sea.…

Water, Water, Everywhere...

Yet not a drop to drink...

If I fall into the water,…

"When wilt thou save the people?" 

Anna ran through the dark crowds of the tents and vendors outside of the Blue Moon Tavern, whimpering as she dodged anyone that looked creepy or mean. That left not many to trust. But she knew that they had no where else to go... 

"Oh god of mercy, when?"

She heard some religous folks gathered together in one tent, singing hymns, praying for deliverance from the Evil God/Dictator, Daniel…

Strewn about the tavern

across the harsh camper grounds

beauty, ugliness, loneliness, companionship…

(Warning, the following story might be deemed a bit inappropriate, with hints at pedophilia... and the story writing itself is very lazy. Do not read if the idea of lolitas, "predators", mixed breeding of creatures, or just horrible lazy writing offends you. You've been warned.)…

(This was to clear up any confusion that may be going on.)

Annabell Rose went through a lot during her childhood that, along with a major event, affected her in such a way that her mental stability lost it's balance.

~She was born in the middle of the war against the Chaos Wyrm, back in Consequence. One of the first things she learned as a child was danger was always close.

~Some of the few people she was associated with in her childhood were…

One may find a scroll of parchment, aged but firm enough to not be damaged by touch. Written in fine silver ink on this parchment, in the neat swirly handwriting of a young woman known as Annabell Rose at the time, is a tribute in the shape of a song. One can almost hear the soft song of mourning as they read it...

My friend…

Victoria: -She sips her coffee and sighs, muttering to herself.- I don't get who it could be that would want to harm Annabell...

Annabell: -Annabell stumbles into the tavern and hugs her mom's legs, tired but still smiling.- Mommy, I think I'm not turning green anymore! -The poor girl has been trying so hard to get blobs of mold off of her.-

Victoria: -She tenses until she realizes who is gripping her legs, and she manages…

Victoria McDowell, Young Tori, and Annabell Rose shan't be roleplaying or even on the site until at least next Sunday, due to going to Colorado and having no way of bringing her laptop until further notice.

We (I) apologize for the inconviencence, and shall make it up for you by posting the lyrics to THIS IS HELLIFYNO! (Currently being made into a video for youtube)

Boys and girls of every race

Wouldn't you like to see something strange?



Come with…

(The following was found and translated. The original work was full of many spelling mistakes, as it was written by a girl still learning how to write and spell.)

March 2, 2011

Dear…