choices are made, hearts are broken
days go by, with words not spoken
people live people die
with the truth unknown
should i’ve done this
should you have done that
now well’ll never know
beacuse words went un-spoken

Now you are gone,
left with out saying goodbye,
the last thing i remember,
was nothing to superior,
you shall be missed.

Off in the distance a rooster crowed as the sun began to make its ascent into the sky, marking the start of a new day.  A teenage boy began to stir in his bed, where he had slept the night away, after a inconsiderable amount of time he began to stir and started to open his eyes to began a new day. Starting the day by sitting up slowly and stretching he reached for the glass of night warmed milk on his night stand and then his glasses.  After putting them on, he began to take a few short sips of the milk.

The boy, from the sight of him it was apparent that he was not a average boy. Standing a bit shorter than most, he barely hit the five foot mark. Being the young age of seventeen, he sported a full head of golden red hair running all the way down his back, and a flower shaped birthmark on his lower abdomen that you could see glowing a bright red.
Drawing your attention back to the boy, it was apparent that he had started to stand up as he  pulled what looked like a very fine sheer fabric, that are assumed to be pants, up his legs. Placing a belt around the top of the pants, he slipped a shirt over his head, made of the same material as the shirt. Completing the outfit with what one would assume to be a black tabard with a red rose designed onto it, he pulled the tabard over his head to rest on top of the shirt. The tabard signified the boy was in an unknown royal family.
From another part of the house that he lives in, Tina, his sister, called out, “Hey, get your lazy ass up! You have work to do and classes to attend.”

He walked to the door of his bedroom and stopped at a table to pick up a dagger and pure black wand then opening the door and walking to the kitchen, he sat down at the table. Looking around he saw the normal things: a refrigerator;  stove; microwave; dishwasher. Instantly, he noticed the lack of food prepared and pulling out his wand, he flicked it at the table causing a bowl of cereal appear, with a slight pop, where once nothing sat.
As he began to eat Tina entered the kitchen, “ugh, Why do you keep doing magic, I hate it when you do, and Why the hell are you doing so anyhow, you know the punishment for using magic without the permission of the elders. Are you trying to draw attention to us?”

Right away the boy looks at her and grins, “Dear sister you worry too much, no one will notice such a little bit of magic removed from the fabric of time, I’m much too smart to take it out of our life time, the magic I used just now was magic that’s been around since before the dawn of time, don’t worry dear sister, I can do this.” Finishing his breakfast, he stood up and made his way to his sister and first giving her a hug and then a kiss on the forehead, said, “have a good day and not to worry too much. I’ll be alright.”

He headed out the door to his 86′ Pontiac trans-am, and pulling out of the driveway made very poor time to the secret school of the town where he began another day of boring mundane classes to teach him who he is and what he’s capable of doing. The school was not really so much of a school but more of an order of great people of the time teaching students what they can with what little time they had to; it was even where they had got the name of the school, Order of the Great . Ten minutes after he left home he pulled into the parking lot of the school and hurried to class, already late again.

It did not matter since he was the student of honor, nobody would say anything to make him mad. A few moments later, as he walked into his History of Magic class and found an empty desk at the back of the room he looked around the classroom, a daily habit. As he saw a huge paragraph on the whiteboard that Kay, the professor, must have written, He began to read it and laughed silently to himself as he noticed it had to do with who he was. Laughing a little more, he reads out loud to himself, “Mystic’s have not been seen on the planet for over one hundred thousand  years and in the last sixty years or so there have been two(three) born to our great nation, now controlled by the elders of magic, the foul creatures that they are. Mystics are born to serve one purpose in this world and they are the most powerful magic users alive who can live from birth to death, without dying of any natural causes. The only one alive, other then one of our fellow students, is now the elder “__________.” He is a wicked man who lives only to gain for himself, and needs to be stopped. If they don’t turn evil because of the power that was bestowed on them, they are to protect the natural balance of magic to ensure that all magic people of the community do what is right and do not harm the non magical folk. In the case of the elder  “_______” that did not happen he has harmed more people in his reign of power then any one man has have in over a million years. Mystic’s are to protect magic and keep hidden its identity from everyone making sure rules of both sides are upheld at all times no matter the cost. Mystic’s are only born in times of great need, and they serve either good or bad, a choice only they can make alone.”

After reading he looked around the room and noticed that there has been several new students added to the small class room. They must have just arrived from the land of the elders. The class now held six lanky boys and about thirteen girls, ages ranging vastly.  Counting himself, this brought the class count up to twenty students. He wondered how Kay would be able to handle all of them.

Looking around at the girls, he took in the appearance of each and noticed that seven of them were under the age of ten, three had to be about thirteen years old, and two of them looked to be in their late twenties. The last girl he saw looked to be his age, of seventeen, and with a closer inspection of her, he realized she had bright red hair, light blue eyes and on her shirt she had a name tag telling the class that her name was Choley. As he thought her name she looked around and in to his eyes then smiled at him kindly. He gave a short wave and she waved back at him, beckoning and pointing to a empty seat next to her. Blushing a little, she pretended that she did not know the thoughts that were going on in his head.

Moving slowly, so as to not attract the attention of Kay, who was at the front of the class droning on about Mystics still, he inched towards the front of the room and sat in the empty seat. Blushing a bit and smiling at Choley after he sat down, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Hello, I’m Rames Morea”, He then moved back and sat straight in his chair and looked at Kay, then at his hands. He was experiencing a feeling that he had never felt before.
Choley pulled out a sheet of paper from her bag, and a light blue pen that matched her shirt and wrote quickly, “Rames, I know who you are, everyone in the world knows who you are as soon as you walk into a room. I also know you’re the other Mystic. I want to warn you, but know that I’m a Mentalist, and can hear everything you think, as you think it. I guess there no need for you to whisper to me, and if you listen close enough you can listen to what I think as well, though since you haven’t trained your powers much in this field of magic you may not be able to on your first try. As soon as you walked in to the room I knew your whole life story, which was rude of me to listen, but I find you so fascinating. It feels as if I’m a bit drawn to you. It’s as if the same feelings you felt of me, I feel of you. Maybe in time we both will find out why, but for now let’s be friends if you desire. Well since I can tell what you’re thinking I’m quite sure you will agree, but have to ask.” After folding the sheet of paper she handed it to him to read.

As Rames read the letter his facial expressions ranged from scared to happy, then in his head he called out to her and proceeded to think, “Choley, I’m not sure how this works, but yes I would love to be your friend, and the fact that you can read my thoughts sort of creaped  me out a bit, but it’s something I would be willing to get used to, as long as you agree to stay out of the private personal thoughts that I have.”

Rames handed the paper back to her and she wrote at the bottom of the paper, “I’m happy you will be my friend, and I can agree to your wishes, I hope you can hear me thinking as I write, but if not, then would you like to spend time after class working on it?”

As she handed the letter back to Rames,  Kay notices the exchange and called out to Rames, “It’s nice that you decided to join us today Rames, I was starting to worry that you wouldn’t.”

Feeling obligated to respond, Rames said to her, “I wouldn’t miss your class for the world Miss. Kay; I greatly enjoy your lectures.”

After he said it, Kay glared at him, “there was no need for the ass kissing, Rames, if you’re going to speak in my class, you had best be honest.”  After she spoke, Rames looked away allowing Kay to return to her lecture. Reading Choley’s letter again, he thinks to her that he would love the option to learn from her.

Looking back up to Kay, he studied her and noticed that she was about five foot three and had a quick temper, as the class had just witnessed. She had a kind and gentle tenderness towards people when she was in a good mood, but as she began to become upset, she could quickly gain a horrible attitude and would treat everyone awfully. Rames noted to himself that most woman were like that, and as he thought it Choley kicked him in the leg, and glared at him a bit. Figuring that Kay must have been around sixty years old by the grey in her hair, he noted that her skin was unwrinkled, still as smooth and taut as a twenty-five year old.

Kay was a teacher  at the Order of the Great and she taught several classes: History of Magic, Math, Computer Arts and programming, Cooking, Sewing were included in her course list. Rumor also had it that she was an integral part in many other activities of the Order, outside of the School, but they were mostly unknown.

On our one year anniversary, i left work early to book a reservation at her favorite place to dine, then after we are meant to go to the Last showing ever of her favorite Broadway show, after picking up the tickets i pat my pocket once again as I’ve been doing all day, making sure the most important thing for tonight is still there. time is counting down its about time to go. she’ll be home soon herself from work, i mutter to myself, i can’t be late not again, it’ll devastate her, and me. i race across town to the apartment we’ve shared since College, thinking back on the day we met, it was the first day of Freshman year, we both were the last two people to enroll, she was a graphic designer, i was a computer network tech. it was hate at first sight, it took almost the first whole year before we even spoke, until the night the power went out and she ended up knocking on my door asking if she could come in, stating that the dark scares her, so i agreed, she came in and sat down in the chair across the room and sat quietly for quite a long time, awkward silence, it was weird, we hadn’t really spoke much at all over the year, except asking for rent, and shares of bills and stuff like that, until that night i couldn’t even really recall her name, we just weren’t close to each other.

then right after lightning hit, she screamed and jumped, i quietly told her she would be fine, and that everything is alright. Then as if the gates of hell had opened she started talking rambling at first not quite really sure what she was saying. I picked up that her name was Christina, she said most people called her Kris, witch is most likely how we got placed in the same dorm apartment together. we ended up talking all night, and skipped classes the next day and continued to talk about stuff, we’d live together for so long and never knew that we both grew up only a couple hours from each other, the topic we talked about were vast. One thing lead to another, and after a couple weeks, she would visit my bedroom more and more, then we started dating as the year was coming to a close, we decided to go back home together for the summer, and take a trip around the country visting people we knew from one place or another.

As i hear honking i flash back to, i now remember what i was doing, i drove passed the road that he needed to turn on to get back home, i pulls a U-turn and make the road, i pull up into the driveway, and see’s her car, and a truck i’ve never seen before. the truck is a brand new one, it looks a lot better then the old beater i’ve been driving, but i haven’t been willing to give it up, it made it though high school, and collage, with no problems, sure, it’s needed oil changes and what not but whats the point of spending money on a new one when the one i’ve got is just fine, after pulling in behind the truck and turning off the engine, i get out and walk towards the door.

i calls out to her and hear noises from our bedroom, she comes out with a look of shock on her face, and says in a half yell “What are you doing home?! you’re not suspose to be home!?” i look at her and then look at my hands then back to her i walks over to her and take her hands in mine “i got off work early, i had some errands to do, i have a susprise for you darling, but we just cant go in the way we look, but we don’t have a lot of time so go and doll your self up” then i kissed her and walked to the spare bedroom and rummage though the closet looking for a nice outfit. i walk into the bathroom, take a shower and put on the new clothing

All I wanted was you to talk to me,
to let me in,
to show me that you care,
that everything is alright,
I would of done anything for you,
you just had to ask,
I would of let you do anything you just had to ask,
it doesn’t matter what it was.

My heart was yours and only yours,
to do with as you pleased,
I only asked that you don’t break it,
I only requested that you not hurt me.

Broken Promise after broken Promise
You wore me down,
You kept making them,
But once did you think about keeping them?
Its not hard to keep them.

You always wanted time to your self,
I always wanted time with you,
You were not willing to compromise.
You know you take and then you give,
Or maybe you give and then take.

We broke up it could of been stoped,
Things could of been saved,
Could of been fixed,
All you needed to do was open up and talk,
But it was to much from sweet old you.

I Would of stood beside you,
I would of done anything you asked,
I would of given you anything you wanted,
I would of been there for you day and night

I dont know
I really don’t know

Why did it have to come to this?
Why did you have to be yourself?
Why couldn’t you grow up?
Why couldn’t you put me first once?

I lay at night looking into your eyes, even tho your a million miles away.
I can see them like it was just yesterday, darling quit crying, everything will be fine darling, don’t say the words your about to say..
I truly love you this isn’t the way its suppose to be.
I’m sorry, please don’t make this decision, not with out thinking about me..

I wake up as the doctor turns off the machines one by one, he was a stout looking guy a bit awkared to look at, the sound that came next will live on until I pass, in my mind forever, as there’s only one sound thats louder then them all, its a beeping noise, showing that my baby has just passed away.

I live day by day, wishing she was still here. Praying that it was just a dream and it truly didn’t happen, then I walk down stairs and see that her pictures are put away, the kitchen looks as if it hasn’t been cleaned in years, there’s no trace of a woman anywhere. however it all floods back to me.

I was driving i shouldn’t of been, I was drunk well past the limit. why she let me drive ive not a clue, she could of easily just taken the keys from me before I got behind the wheel, but she didn’t and we didn’t even get a mile from the bar before we… hit the patch of ice on the ground and skidded into the tree… killing her.. and our baby girl.

Don’t promise me forever,
if you don’t plan on keeping your word.
I don’t have time for your maybes baby go find another,
Joe to feed that line to.
You better not promise me forever if tomorrow you plan to walk out my door.
Don’t ever expect me to welcome you back,
to my door if and when your heart ever gets broken and torn apart.
This world is full of broken promises don’t add one more to the table.
Just go, hurry before you add havoc to my heart.
Don’t promise me forever and then go back on your word.

So I Have a problem, some would think its a bad one, some would think its a very lovely one, Me I think she’s the best thing that has happend to me in a long time.
She took something that was broken and at one time I thought could never feel again, and some how unbenknowst to me sneaked in and tore down what was there preventing me from feeling or anything else for that matter.
I Refuse to say her name becuse if you dont know who she is then we musten be that close of friends.
So i guess if you want to know who the lovely lady is ask.

Here, i sit alone
words coming from my fingertips
they only go to you, nobody else matters
nobody else cares, i love you so much.
but fears that we are truely drifting apart
scares the hell out of me, where did i go wrong
what did i say that lead us to this, why cant we
go back to how everything once was where you was
happy, as was i. we didnt fight not even a word in vain

day by day, week by week, i sit here waiting for you
I’ve got all my life to wait.. but darling i hope for
the sake of my heart, you dont wait that long. come
darling take my hand.. lets do this now.. before any
thing changes, i cant see me with out you in my life
whats stoping you, we both know its the right thing,
everyone thinks the same, they just dont say it. i’m
waiting on you its your choice, ill be here forever
if thats what you want from me. but why should we wait
forever when today just seems so much better. just take
my hand and ill show you what to do, there’s no hurry
baby one step at a time.

im just gonna walk down here.
im just gonna wait over here.
some day im sure you will see me.
some day you will remember me
if im out of sight, ill truly be out of mind
don’t worry you wont hear from me
don’t worry i wont beg you to stay
i’ll always love you, yes i will
but i guess we just drifted off
you have your things, and i have mine
perhaps one day.. they will cross but
for now who knows what will happen
im just gonna walk down here.
im just gonna wait over here.