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Once upon a time there were two kingdoms that were on the verge of war. However neither king wanted to go to war because both of their brides were due to give birth within the month. Yet both kingdoms prepared for battle. Little did they know that it was not each other they should worry about however instead those in their own courts.

King James was known for his affairs, however when he saw Belle for the first time it was instant upendo and they married. Immediately after meeting Belle he broke of his affair with Madame Isley, who had her sights set on James and the crown, even though she would have made a terrible queen. Madame Isley was furious and felt that James had taken everything that had ever mattered to her. When she heard that Queen Belle was expecting her first child she devised a plan. What would happen would devastate the kingdom.

Queen Belle went into labor, on the very night of the war meeting. Many in the kingdom considered it an omen that war was not meant to be. After receiving the news at the meeting King James of Trion and King Jullian of Innala decided that they would hold off and try to find a way to unite their kingdoms after their wives gave birth. What neither of them had ever imagined was that their kingdoms would be united kwa their children.

The following morning Queen Belle and King James announced the birth of a healthy baby boy. It was just three nights later that Queen Catherine went into labor. To everyone’s surprise and delight Queen Catherine and King Jullian announced the birth of a beautiful, healthy daughter.

There were still those, however, who sought war and wanted the kingdoms to be united. It was then that the Kings and Queens came up with the idea of uniting the two kingdoms kwa marriage. Not just any marriage. The marriage of the first born of both kingdoms. So it was that Prince Lorenzo and Princess Annalise became betrothed.

King Jullian never suspected that his main sorcerer would be a threat not only to him and his kingdom however to his daughter and her betrothed. The Sorcerer, Sema, was the most powerful in all the land however he was obsessed with becoming zaidi powerful. However Queen Catherine was a good witch and knew that Sema was doing the most vile of dark magic wewe can do. When he refused to stop, Catherine had the most powerful white witches come and strip him of all however the most basic powers. This in turn just made Sema into a bigger threat. In fact it fueled him to do something that no one had thought was possible.

One night when Lorenzo and Annalise were about a mwezi old they simply disappeared. Both kingdoms were devastated. At first they wanted to blame each other however it soon became clear that someone else had taken their precious babies. Both Isley and Sema felt wronged so they had decided that they would get back at the Kings and Queens the only way they knew how-- through their precious children.

Coincidentally they both aliiba into their kingdoms palaces and found their way to the nursery. They managed to get around the guards and servants. In the nursery they even managed to snatch the children without anyone knowing. They silently got away and made their way out of the city. Both of them knew of the city Nemania, a city of great refute. It was also the last place that anyone would look to find the missing prince and princess.

Growing up is never easy, especially in a city where crime is as common as being illiterate. Isley and Sema both moved to the slums. They, in fact, ended up as neighbors. From that first siku till the end of childhood Lorenzo and Annalise grew up side-by-side as peasants.

“Can I go play with Anna, please mama?” Lorenzo asked.

“Fine, however wewe stay out of trouble,” Isley answered.

Lorenzo frequently went over to play with Annalise. They would often play out in the streets without a worry in the world. They never even suspected that they were anything however peasants. This went on till the mwaka they turned fourteen.

Shortly after their fourteenth birthdays there was a sickness that was spreading like wildfire. It was an epidemic of epic proportions. At the time no one knew what it was. Later it was found that the deadly Red Fever had come and would devastate not only both kingdoms however the whole world.

It started innocent enough as a cough, and Madame Isley had always had a cough. Therefore at first no one ever really noticed however then the insomnia set in. Not long after the insomnia set in her skin started to turn a blotchy red. Within the same siku of getting the blotchy skin she was bedridden with a high fever. Within a week Isley was gone and Lorenzo was left as an orphan.

“What am I suppose to do, Anna?” Lorenzo asked.

“The only thing wewe can do, songesha on. Everything will be alright Loren,” she reassured.

“I have to find work; I will not be another criminal. I have to find a way to live without doing wrong au without living off of others kindness.”

“You will, I just know it.” In deed she did, though she would not find out why she knew it until she had finally found her real parents.

Just two weeks later Scrava, the landlord, told Lorenzo that he either had to pay him au songesha out. Loren did not yet have a job so he could not pay. He knew his only chance was to pack up what little he had and go find work.

“Anna, what am I to do? I just Lost mother, I am getting thrown out of my nyumbani and I have no money!”

“It will all be alright. I will help wewe pack up everything and wewe will get a job. I heard that the Duchess Rewana has an opening.”

“You always know exactly what to say.”

They went into his nyumbani and started with packing up his mothers stuff. It did not take very long because she had had very little. Then they found heap of paper. They started to go through it to find out if any of it was important. After about a half saa of going through the papers Annalise found something.

“Look at what I have found!” she exclaimed.

“What is it?”

“It is a letter addressed to King James!”

“Open it so we can read it,” he replied full of curiosity.

“Are wewe sure we should?”

“I am the man of the house so I get to decide what is right and what is wrong.”
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Dear James,
    You will probably never get this letter however I will write it anyway. What we had together was magical and meant to be. I would have been everything that wewe needed however wewe never gave me a chance. Since wewe took everything I held dearly I now have that which wewe hold dear that should have been mine all along. May wewe suffer like wewe have forced me to.
With all my love,
Madame Isley
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“What is she talking about?” Lorenzo asked.

“I do not know. Whatever she was talking about went to the grave with her. I hope she found peace before she died. wewe should keep the letter just in case wewe ever meet King James.”

“I will. I just wish I knew what Mother was talking about. What do we possible have that could have been the King’s once upon a time?”

“I do not know and I doubt we will ever know.”

“You should get nyumbani to your Papa.”

“I will. Good bye. wewe will see me before wewe go?”

“Of course,” he replied as he bent to kiss her on the cheek.

Annalise could not get the letter out of her mind, it was still on her mind three days later when Lorenzo came to say good bye.

“Do not forget to write, I know wewe do not like to however I want to know all about your new and adventurous life. I am going to miss you. Promise me wewe will come and visit if wewe get the chance,” Annalise begged.

“Of course I will come and visit wewe if I have the chance. I would have to be a complete oaf not to call upon the most beautiful girl,” he alisema taking pleasure in making his Anna blush. He then leaned down and kissed her on the cheek as she ferociously hugged him.

“Good bye!” she yelled after the carriage the Duchess Rewana had sent as she waved, fearful that this would be the last time they ever saw each other.

About every three days she got a letter from Lorenzo. She loved getting the letters because they were her lifeline to him. He told her about the city, how all the girls seemed dull and dimwitted compared to her, and he told her how much he missed her. This time away from each other really showed them how much they meant to each other.

What little happiness Lorenzo’s letters brought it lasted less than two years. Not long before her sixteenth birthday Sema died. There was a new and quick spreading illness that no one stood a chance to once they caught it. Within two days of getting sick Sema was dead. No matter how much magic he did he could not cure himself au slow down the illness.

Sema’s death triggered the magic in Annalise that had lain dormant. It was then that her magic started coming through. She tried to hide it however the zaidi grief she had the zaidi her powers became unpredictable and since she had no one to teach her what to do au how to stop them she became scared of her self. She became so terrified she locked herself away. It was then that she sent Lorenzo a letter.
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Dear Loren,
Father just died and I do not know what to do. There is so much that is happening that I am lost. I know wewe are busy with your job however I need you, I have no one else. I have no job and cannot find one. I have no money and I fear Scrava will make me leave. Madame Ishtar has offered me a job at one of the local brothels however I cannot do that. It is not right; I know Father would not want that for me. I do not wish for wewe to get into any trouble, however if it is possible could wewe come home?
With all my love,
Annalise
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When Lorenzo got her letter he knew that there was zaidi going on than she was letting on to. He knew that if she was asking for him to come nyumbani that it was extremely important. It was because of this that he decided that he needed to go home. Not to mention he did not like the idea that she would have to work in Madame Ishtar’s brothel if she did not find work soon.

“Duchess Rewana?” Lorenzo asked.

“Yes?” she replied not unkindly.

“May I ask for a leave of absence?”

“Whatever for, my dear boy?”

“My friend’s father just died and she needs my help. She would not even have mentioned it if it were not such a dire situation.”

“Does she not have a family?”

“No, if I do not go and help her Mister Scrava will force her out on the streets and then she will be forced to take Madame Ishtar’s job offer of working in her brothel.”

“Oh, the poor darling! Of course wewe can take a leave of absence for two weeks to settle everything. If wewe cannot find the poor child a job wewe must bring her here and I will find her a respectable job.”

“I thank wewe with all my heart.”

The following siku Lorenzo packed a little bag and headed off for Nemania and back to his Anna. When he arrived he surprised Annalise. She was so happy to see him that for a moment she had forgotten all manners and ran up to him and hugged him. When she pulled back she blushed so deeply that her whole face and ears had turned a delightful shade of red. As Lorenzo and Annalise looked at each other to see how the other had changed in the last two years they realized just how much they had missed each other.

“May I come in?” he asked effectively breaking her trance.

“Of course! Come in, come in!” she exclaimed as she led him into the small quarters she had called nyumbani for as long as she could remember. She quickly got chai started and took out her two chai cups with their matching saucers. “Do wewe still take your chai plain?”

“Yes, wewe have a good memory. After chai do wewe want any help going through your fathers things?”

“Oh, I could not ask wewe to do that.”

“You are not asking, I am offering.”

“Then in that case, I would upendo your help,” she alisema as she smoothed out her skirt, upindo and tucked her wayward hair behind her ears.

They sat and had a lovely chai time. As they drank their chai they each told the other of the odd little adventures they had been on and they even reminisced about their childhood. After talking for almost two hours they got to work going through Sema’s belongings.

“Look what I found here!” Lorenzo exclaimed.

“What is it?” she asked.

“It is a letter your father wrote.”

“Who is it to?”

“Queen Catherine and King Jullian!”

“What?”

“It is a letter to the King and Queen of Innala! Can we open it?”

“I do not know. Do wewe think we should?”

“I do not see what harm it will do.”

“Alright, let us open it and find out what Father wrote to the king and Queen however never sent.”
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Dear Queen Catherine and King Jullian,
    You forbade me to be powerful and it is sad that it has come to this. I wish it had not come to this and that we could have found some compromise however it was not to be. Since wewe prevented me from being as powerful as I could be I took from wewe the most powerful thing wewe had. wewe did not even know how much power wewe held. wewe took all that I held dear and now I have that which wewe held dearest of all. For all your treachery I will see that wewe suffer. wewe will never see her.
May wewe suffer for all time,
The Sorcerer Sema
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“What was he talking about?” Annalise demanded.

“I do not know however I have a feeling it was nothing good. I doubt we will ever know.”

“I hate that they did not tell us everything! Is it so hard to tell your children the truth? Both our parents died and left behind cryptic and mystifying letters to the royal families.”

“What I want to know is who the ‘her’ is that he mentioned. And why did he want the royal family to suffer?” Lorenzo frustratingly asked.

“I wish I could talk to him. There is so much I want to talk to him about and ask him! It is not fair that he died. What am I suppose to do now, Loren?” Annalise asked as she started to cry.

“I do not know, Anna. I just do not know,” he replied as he gathered her up into his arms and held her till she cried out all of her anger, hurt, frustrations, and grief.

They continued to go through Sema’s belongings. After that first night they never mentioned it again. Before they knew it Lorenzo only had one siku left of his leave. kwa then Lorenzo had realized he could not leave his Anna to fend for herself and he knew the only way they could survive is if he convinced her to come back with him to the Duchess Rewana.

“Anna, as much as I wish I could I cannot stay here forever,” Lorenzo pointed out after their afternoon tea.

“I know I loved having wewe here however wewe need to go back to your life. I completely understand. wewe have your duty that wewe have to fulfill,” Annalise replied as she tried to keep the tears out of her eyes and voice.

“You could always come back with me.”

She remained silent for several moments. “What would I do?”

He let out the breath he did not even know he was holding. “The Duchess is looking for a new personal maid because her current one is going to get married. We could always ask if wewe could have that position.”

“That could be someone else's job and I do not want to take someone else's job.”

“I am sure that if the position is already filled that she could help us find wewe a different job. Please. Say wewe will come, please?” he begged.

She looked long and hard into his eyes, searching for who knew what. Finally with stars in her eyes and sorrow in her moyo she said, “Yes, I will go with wewe to the Duchess Rewana.”

That evening they packed up what little she had and what little she wanted to take of her fathers. The following morning they climbed into the carriage the duchess had sent and started their journey to their future. Little did they know that kwa starting on this path they would end up where they truly belonged.

They pulled in front of the colossal palace the Duchess called home. Annalise was beyond amazed at what stood before her. Lorenzo handed her down from the carriage then led her through the front doors. Once inside Lorenzo inquired where the Duchess was. They were told she was in the sitting room having her afternoon tea.

“Duchess Rewana? This is the friend I told wewe about, the one I had leave to go and help,” Lorenzo said.

“Ah, the poor young lady that needed your help. I see that everything went well. What is your name?” the Duchess Rewana asked. She was startled when she first actually looked at Annalise because she had the overwhelming feeling that she knew this young girl.

“Annalise, milady,” she replied and gave a perfectly executed curtsy.

“What a lovely name, and great manners too. Would wewe kwa any chance need a job? Gretta, my old personal maid just got married two days zamani and is no longer in my service. Would wewe like the job?”

“Oh, yes! I would upendo the job. Thank wewe so much for this chance. I do not know how I can ever repay you,” Annalise gushed.

“I need no thanks. It just seems to be your good fortune that wewe arrived in the nick of time. Since it was such a long journey, I am sure Lorenzo would upendo to onyesha wewe to your quarters. I am sure wewe would upendo the chance to get settled in. Then I am sure he can onyesha wewe around my home.”

Lorenzo gave Annalise a little tour as he took her to her quarters. Annalise was beyond amazed at all the extravagance and did not quite know what to do with herself.

“Here is your room, Anna,” Lorenzo alisema with a flourish and a smile.

“This is all mine? It is as large as the quarters I shared with Father back home!” Annalise stood frozen in amazement.

“I will leave wewe now to get settled in.”

“Oh, thank you,” she alisema as she jumped up to give him a hug.

“It was my pleasure,” he alisema as he departed with a grin on his face.

Both Lorenzo and Annalise loved their jobs with the Duchess and worked to make her proud. For them she was like a substitute mother and they relished her affection. They did not think life could get any better. This is how it went for several weeks.

Over time the Duchess Rewana saw how each siku Lorenzo and Annalise fell zaidi and zaidi in love. The romantic in her could not help however want to make sure that they both got to live happily ever after. So six months after Annalise had started working for her, the Duchess decided to give them the siku off so that they could have a siku to themselves.

“Lorenzo, take Annalise to town and onyesha her a good time. Take the siku to spend time together and decide what wewe want with the future. The siku is yours to do with as wewe please.”

“Thank wewe for this opportunity,” Lorenzo replied.
Lorenzo immediately went to Annalise. “Come, Anna. Let us go see the town and have fun.”

“What about work? We cannot just leave!”

“The Duchess gave us the siku off. So come and let us go and have adventures.”

“I do not know…”

“It will be just like old times. Come, please? Please spend the siku out with me?”

“Alright, however only if wewe take me to go see the beach.”

“It is a deal.”

They decided that it would be a beautiful siku to walk and have a picnic on the beach. The flowers were blooming, the sun was shinning, the waves were gentle, the breeze was kind and the future was bright. They had nothing to lose. It was a four mile walk to town however they calmly walked it, holding hands the whole way. Once in town they went to the local bakery and got a fresh loaf of Cheat mkate that Annalise wrapped up in a handkerchief and placed in the small basket she had brought along. Their inayofuata stop was at the mitaani, mtaa vendor who sold wedges of cheese where they bought one medium sized wedge of Brie cheese that was then wrapped in another handkerchief and placed in the basket. Thanks to the Duchess they already had spiced wine and figs. There was nothing left to do however enjoy their day.

After leaving the vendor Lorenzo took Annalise to the beach, pwani as he had promised. kwa then it was high noon and the beach, pwani was empty. They had it all to themselves. They sat the basket and Annalise’s vazi, pazia on a rock large enough to sit on in a small alcove. They walked along the water line. Watching the birds fly and the samaki swim, they felt like they had all those years zamani as young children.

They continued to hold hands for the whole day, feeling completely at nyumbani in the others arms. To them the siku seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Before they knew it, it was close to sunset. They sat down on the sand kwa their rock and ate their bread, figs, and cheese and drank the wine. As the sun set they walked in each others embrace with the glow of true upendo all the way home.

As the tarehe of Lorenzo and Annalise’s seventeenth birthdays loomed closer the kings and queens grew zaidi and zaidi anxious. They were growing zaidi apprehensive that the prince and princess would not be found. Since the kings and queens had agreed that Prince Lorenzo and Princess Annalise would be married once they turned seventeen they decided that it was also a good time to finally declare the prince and princess dead. Because the grief was so strong they decided to go to the only other person who felt what they felt, the Duchess Rewana who was Lorenzo and Annalise’s godmother.

The Duchess Rewana had the entire staff gathered. “King Jullian and Queen Catherine from Innala along with King James and Queen Belle from Trion will be joining us soon. So the whole palace needs to be in tiptop shape. Everyone needs to be in their best and cater to their Royal Highnesses every wish. Am I understood?”

All of the staff nodded that they understood. Lorenzo and Annalise looked at each other and knew that if they had the chance they needed to give the kings and queens the letters their parents had wrote before death however had never sent.

Everyone was working overtime to make the palace shine like it had not since it had been built. Lorenzo and Annalise spent so much time helping the rest of the staff get ready that they barely had time to see each other to say hello.

Then the siku finally arrived.

“Welcome, welcome. Come in my dears,” Duchess Rewana greeted.

The whole staff stood on the steps waiting for their orders. Once the kings and queens got to the steps they all curtsied and bowed in the most regal and respectful way possible.

“Hello, my dear Rewana,” King James greeted.

“Thank wewe for allowing us to come on such short notice. It must have been hard on your staff,” Queen Catherine said.

“It is my pleasure to have you, as it is my staffs,” Duchess Rewana replied.

“I am happy to see all of you, I just wish it were under better circumstances,” King Jullian
remarked.

“We have been unsuccessful in finding them. If they are not found soon we will be obliged to announce them dead. I just want our babies back,” Queen Belle alisema with tears in her eyes.

“None of my parties have come back with any sign of them either. Have yours had any luck, King James?” Duchess Rewana asked.

“I am afraid not. We are quickly losing what precious little time we have left. It is my fear that without the prince and princess to unite our kingdoms that we will be headed for war,” King James fretted.

“Let us go and sit down for some tea.” Duchess Rewana then addressed her staff, “Go about your normal duties. Lorenzo and Annalise wewe are to help any who need it since I will not be in need of your services.”

At hearing Lorenzo and Annalise’s names the kings and queens felt a stab of pain at the remembrances of their children they had not seen since they were babies.

Lorenzo and Annalise spent the whole siku together doing all the odd jobs no one else had the time for. This went on for days since it was so busy none of the royals really noticed them. However as everything slowed down to a zaidi normal routine the royals started noticing Lorenzo and Annalise. Whenever they caught a glimpse of Lorenzo au Annalise they were struck with an uncanny familiarness. Each time they heard the names of their missing children the royals felt a stab of pain.

After a week Lorenzo and Annalise got back to their actual jobs. It is because of this that the Lost prince and princess were found.

Just a week before their seventeenth birthdays Lorenzo and Annalise were aliyopewa the jobs of serving the Duchess, the kings, and the queens for a tea. At first no one really took notice of them, however when they did the truth would come out.

“I upendo seeing two people who upendo each other get to be with each other,” Queen Catherine alisema thinking about her own upendo match.

“As do I, in fact I have helped two young ones be together. They are truly in love,” Duchess Rewana confided.

“Really? Who ever had wewe to help them achieve love?” King James asked.

“Lorenzo and Annalise. They were childhood friends. Lorenzo came here to find work when he was fourteen, almost three years ago, when his mother died and his land lord put him out on the street. Then almost a mwaka zamani he asked to go on leave because his friend’s father had just died and if he did not go then she would be forced to work. She would have been forced to work in a brothel. So I offered her a job.”

“That is a lot to overcome! Wherever did they live that that was common au allowed?” Queen Belle asked.

“Nemania, the wretched place that causes us grief everyday. They are, in fact, the servers for this tea,” Duchess Rewana boasted.

“Is that so?” King Jullian asked. “With names like those they should be worth meeting. Do wewe not think my dear?”

“Why of course I should upendo to meet them! What says you, dear Rewana?” Queen Belle asked.

“What a splendid idea! Lorenzo. Annalise,” she called.

“Yes, milady?” Annalise and Lorenzo asked in unison as they curtsied and bowed.

“Get up; wewe need not bow to us. We just want to get a look at the couple in upendo on Rewana’s staff,” Queen Catherine said.

“Yes, your majesty.”

When they looked up everyone froze in place. In that instant Duchess Rewana realized why both Lorenzo and Annalise had looked so familiar. They both looked almost identical to their parents. It was when the clock struck five that the trance was broke.

“What are your names?”

“When are your birthdays?”

“How old are you?”

“Who are your parents?”

“What is going on, Loren?” Annalise whispered.

“I do not know, my sweet Anna. We should answer them; maybe this is the right time to give them the letters,” Lorenzo replied.

“Please answer them,” Duchess Rewana alisema in a choked whisper.

“My name is Lorenzo. I will be seventeen in one week from today. My mother was Madame Isley.”

“No, it cannot be!” King James exclaimed.

“My name is Annalise. I will be seventeen in one week and three days. My father was the sorcerer Sema. Why do wewe ask?”

“No, I should have known!” Queen Belle cried out.

“Have wewe heard of the story of the missing prince and princess?” Duchess Rewana asked.

“Yes, everyone has,” Annalise answered. “We grew up hearing it.”

“The prince and princess have just been found.”

“Really? When did wewe find them? Who are they?” Lorenzo asked.

“Prince Lorenzo of Trion and Princess Annalise of Innala.”

“Those are our names! Are we named after the prince and princess?” Annalise asked.

“No, sweetheart, wewe are not named after the prince and princess,” Queen Belle answered.
“However… it makes no sense!”

“Lorenzo. Annalise. wewe are the missing prince and princess.”

“This cannot be! Is that what the letters were talking about?” Annalise asked Lorenzo.

“It has to be, there is no other explanation,” he replied.

“What letters are wewe talking about?” asked King James.

“When our parents died we found mysterious letters that they had never sent. We held on to them in case, kwa miracle, we were to ever meet you.”

“Who were they addressed to?” asked King Jullian.

“Mother addressed hers to King James,” Lorenzo replied.

“My father’s was written to Queen Catherine and King Jullian,” Annalise said.

“May we see them?” Queen Belle asked.

“Yes, wewe may. We had already planned on giving them to you, we just did not know when au how to give them to you.”

Lorenzo and Annalise left and got the letters. When they got back everyone was red eyed and had handkerchiefs out dabbing at their eyes. They instantly gave the letters to the recipients. After kusoma the letters they discussed them, however Lorenzo and Annalise still did not understand what they had meant. It had taken almost seventeen years, however the missing prince and princess had finally been found.

“May we hug you?” Queen Belle asked.

“Yes, however first could wewe explain what is happening?” asked Annalise.

“You are the Princess Annalise. wewe were taken from me when wewe were a mwezi old kwa our main sorcerer Sema. Sema wanted to hurt me because I am a good witch and when I found out he was performing some of the evilest forms of magic I gave him an ultimatum. He either had to stop casting black magic au have some of his powers drained. He refused to stop and tried to kill your father, you, and myself. It was then that I had my mduara, duara jiunge together and drain his powers. He disappeared and we never heard from him again. Now I know why we never heard from him, he already had what he wanted,” Queen Catherine explained. “He had the most powerful witch and he could influence her as she grew older.”

“Father was evil? However he was always so kind and gentle!”

“I am truly sorry.”

“How did I come to be missing then?” Lorenzo asked.

“Before I met your mother I was very… unruly. I had had a mistress. Her name was Madame Isley and she wanted to be Queen and rule, even though she was quite callous. When I met your mother I instantly fell in upendo and I broke of the affair. She did not like that. In fact she tried everything to break us apart however she only made us stronger. Then we got married and announced that we were expecting. She was beyond enraged and tried to kill your mother. Instead of getting her way she got banished. When we did not hear anything from her we just assumed that she had set her sights on someone else,” King James replied. “Now, however, we see that that was not the case.”

“That does not even sound like Mother! She was so independent; she never let a man interfere and never depended on one.”

“I am sorry. I doubt either of wewe wanted to find out wewe have been living a lie. However now that wewe do wewe will have to take on the responsibility that wewe were born to,” Duchess Rewana said.

“What about us? We upendo each other! I do not want to spend my life without Loren!” Annalise anxiously said.

“And I cannot kubeba the idea of ever not having my sweet Anna kwa my side!” Lorenzo exclaimed.

“Yes, well, about that… it fits right into the plan,” King Jullian replied.

“What plan?”

“When wewe two were born our kingdoms were on the verge of war. Then when wewe were born we realized that we could stop the pending war kwa uniting our Kingdoms in the most assuring way.”

“How did wewe plan on uniting the kingdoms?” Annalise asked.

“Since wewe both were born wewe have been betrothed. We were going to announce after your seventeenth birthday that wewe would be considered dead if wewe were not found. We chose this because wewe were suppose to be married right after wewe turned seventeen. Now, of course, the wedding will be postponed however it will still happen. wewe two can live happily ever after,” Queen Catherine replied.

“We can still get married?”

“Of course, we are planning on it.”

“What do we do now?” Lorenzo asked.

“Now we take wewe both nyumbani and teach wewe how to be royalty, and of course wewe will plan your wedding. Then wewe will get married and take on your royal duties,” alisema King Jullian.

Lorenzo and Annalise packed up what little they owned and headed off to their true nyumbani with their newfound parents. It was only six months later when they celebrated their wedding. Their wedding did not just unite the kingdoms of Trion and of Innala, however the peasants and nobles.

Later when King Lorenzo and Queen Annalise were mentioned it was always with love, because when it came to caring for their people there was none zaidi considerate. With this the story of the destined prince and princess was a story that was told for centuries to come.

With the glow of true upendo Lorenzo and Annalise walked into the hearts of all of their people and into the stars where they will dwell for all time in remembrance.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

"You have no idea what I've gone through!" the girl tearfully screams at me.
"You're right. I don't. I have no idea what you've gone through, but that doesn't mean I don't care," I say calmly.
"Why would wewe care? wewe don't even know me."
"And wewe don't know me. How would wewe know that I don't?"

Kayla hesitates a little before answering.

"Because sometimes, not even being related to someone is enough to make them want to care. My own goddamned mother didn't even stick around long enough for me to remember what she even looks like!"
"Growing up must have been pretty awkward."
"You have no idea,"...
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posted by livethislifeup
It's harder to forgive than to forget,
vice-versa, either way, it's still a threat,
time passes, memory flashes,
you're rememberin'
thoughts are coming in
no way to escape it, its a no win.
drives wewe insane, wewe try to up your game,
tell yourself they'll regret it and they'll live in shame,
just cause they dragged your name,
across every damn lane,
and wewe got hurt every time, yeah wewe still in pain,
and it ain't the same, wewe all tense around them,
and zaidi anger do wewe gain.
Deep down it's still hurtin' you
like every wound would,
it's like a throbbing cut
that keeps your eyes tight shut,
and wewe sound out...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

I'd slept for most of the flight.

Rion was there to meet me, like he promised.

He'd hugged me, told me it would be fine, that I'd be fine.

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I took on the job of his personal assisstant, and I made a point to remember everything, from the way he liked his coffee to the way his dawati needed re-organizing every few days.

I was a VERY dedicated assisstant.

He helped me with everything; he stood behind me silently as I endured my first morning sickness, and when I went into labour, which was five hours zamani he dropped everything to be there for...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

I couldn't tell my mom. I tried, and I just couldn't. What's worse, she didn't try to make me.

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Later, I had cried out every tear I had, but it wasn't enough.

Just as I'd parked my car outside the complex where I now lived, a spark of hope flared inside me.

No one ever would know.

I sprinted up the stairs, I just couldn't handle the idleness of taking the elevator. I needed to run.

I burst through the door and immediately headed for the hall closet.

I pulled out a large suitcase and stuffed as many of my clothes as I could in it.

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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

I sat with Tia and her friends, but I could feel Shaun's stare.

After school, I was in a hurry to get in my car, so I didn't see him coming as I fumbled for my keys.

"Serena, how strongly are wewe opposed to seeing a movie with me this weekend?" he asked.

I looked up, at first not believing what I was hearing. I was aware that it was Thursday. Very aware.

"Unopposed," I said, so happy. Inexplicably happy, as I met his eyes. They weren't black, just a very dark brown.

"I'll pick wewe up," he said.

"Come to this address," I said, scrawling my mitaani, mtaa and house number on a piece of paper my...
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Billy’s p.o.v
“I can’t believe girls got a ghost hunt” Rocco mumbled. We were all bummed the girls always got the good cases. “Yeah, I heard it’s about a guy who had scratched on his back” Max said. I sighed. “What cases do we have?” I asked Caleb looked down at his computer. “A girl says that her boyfriend was on a hiking trip and he hasn’t called au communicated with her since last week” he said. I rolled my eyes. “Do wewe think there’s anything to worry about?” I asked them, they all shrugged but Caleb nodded. “Even if there isn’t we have to help her anyway”...
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posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad au angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her inayopendelewa wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to songesha from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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She watched them as they moved down her street.
They never saw her, took great care in looking away before she noticed their shamelessly wide eyes were glued to her body... or, zaidi importantly what she embodied: this world they lived in wasn't perfect.
Her presence there seemed to pollute their pretty city and just like the odd bia can au stray McDonalds bag, they ignored her. She wasn't stupid though... she knew she was just as much an ornament as the ribbons that decorated the streetlights at this time of year, that she in fact blended in with the rest of the pavement and she herself was...
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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting uandishi career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help wewe find the right strategy for wewe and get wewe started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have zaidi than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any uandishi project the orodha can grow exponentially-...
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I believe I can fly

Take to the sky

Be all that I’m going to be

See all that I’m going to see

wewe can’t hold me back

With me, there’s nothing to lack

So take a seat

Don’t miss a beat

And watch us fly

Right on by

In a jet au a plane

There’s no way that we’re sane

So sit on back

Try not to hack

Enjoy the view

Don’t miss your Que

To start on flying

Without dying

‘Cause we believe we can fly

As we take to the sky
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many times i think we feel the weight of the world is on our shoulders, but i know that there are times when wewe can feel as light as a feather and as though wewe can fly and take on the whole world. i wrote this in one of those moods and hope wewe liked it.
Young and fresh and shining bright
Filled with wonder and delight
I see beauty, siku and night
I am young enough

Whether it's Real au just Pretend
Possibilities have no end
There could be magic, 'round the bend
I am young enough

Dolls can songesha when I'm asleep
They come to life while I count sheep
And freeze whene'er I dare to peep
I am young enough

Book-friends all come out to play
My kitanda becomes a magic sleigh
Imagination rules the day
I am young enough

The sky can cry a lot of tears
The trees tell secrets; can't wewe hear?
The world's alive: to me that's clear
I am young enough

Grownups say the queerest words
Have...
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posted by amoremusic
My type of emotions conveys
onto how i'm really feeling inside,
my thoughts mainly consist on the
back-ground of my poetry.

As my addictive persona
starts to silhouette every-
word that i've written out
the nature of my emotions
starts to unravel at every-
line,

My Poetry has a piece
of imagination within it-
self, the artwork of
each line has it's own
significant meaning.

Where the beauty is
that's where the poetry
lives, it lives within my soul,
as i carry each and every-line
with care, i start to share a
piece of me inside every-
lyrical line that i compose.
I had a friend, she lived in the north of China, her name was Chie. Chie was only 12 years old when she died!

It happend a few years ago, Chie and her family were going to mass on a Sunday, it was supposed to be just like any normal Sunday for her. Her and the rest of her family would get ready for mass and when they got nyumbani they would start to prepare lunch.
Little did they know that they would never sit down to have lunch together again!

Because on that siku the authorities surrounded the church, held the priest under house arrest, and all the people in the church were shot dead!

The priest...
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CHAPTER NINE:
On the drive back to my apartment, I cannot help but feel something is amiss. What it is, I don’t have a clue. As I continue the drive, I once zaidi delve into my past…
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I awaken an saa later, still in pain from the sun’s rays. I feel Perry’s dried blood on my face, and find myself disgusted at what I have done. I cannot believe the situation I’ve landed myself in. About ten dakika later, Perry returns to the cave. From where I do not care, au even want to know. I feel nothing but burning hatred and contempt for him. I still do not know what prevented...
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CHAPTER EIGHT:
OCTOBER 29, 1995:
I wake up around 7:20, horrified at how long I have slept. I have not thought about that night in ages, an am absolutely horrified kwa what would happen next, but that story will be for another time. I know. Right now I have zaidi pressing matters to attend to. I need to find out the reason behind the flashes I had the night I arrived. It has never happened before, and I wonder who it is that I saw lying dead on the ground during the last flash. I change once more, and remember I do not have my car. I phone Harold and he agrees to pick me up. As I wait for him,...
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
I return to my apartment, and turn off the police radio, which is only reporting the incident I was involved with earlier that night. I suddenly feel tired once again, and this shocks me. As I lay back on the couch, I continue thinking of Pike, and my first night of being a vampire.
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I hesitate, and then follow Perry outside. Only moments ago, I found myself full of anger, yet at the same time, worry, although not for my own sake, but for my father’s, who is still asleep in the other room. For some odd reason, I am in pain, not from my wound, which has disappeared...
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posted by EmilyMJFan910
Chapter Four of the fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Enjoy!

Summer rode her bike down the pathway excitedly. "I can't wait to get wewe two home!" she exclaimed.
But as soon as they stopped at the farm gates, the mbwa began to get scared. The samadi, shambani was full of wanyama they had rarely ever been around. Cows and horses, sheep, pigs, ducks, and goats made all sorts of commotion. The mbwa whimpered.
Summer stroked Zoey's back. "It's okay. You're not going to stay here. We'll go over to the house. Follow me."
Summer got off her bike, lifted Zoey out of the basket, and leaned her bike...
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CHAPTER FIVE:
The rest of the school siku passes kwa uneventfully. I learn nothing about Pike’s location. I only see Harold once zaidi throughout the day, in Chemistry class. I still can’t explain my fascination with him. At lunch I tell Danny how I’ve befriended Harold, and this seems to please him, for it seems Harold is also a friend of his. “He’s unbelievably modest. That guy’s a true genius. All the teachers can’t believe how smart he is. He even was allowed to skip the senior year.” He says. “Why didn’t he do it?” I ask curiously. “Because he doesn’t have…” Danny...
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CHAPTER THREE:
CRYSTAL FALLS, CALIFORNIA
OCTOBER 27, 1995
It is five AM when I finally enter Crystal Falls. The sun has not yet appeared over the horizon. After entering the town, I spare no time searching for the apartment complex. I spot it after driving around the suburban area for about fifteen minutes. I park my car outside of the building I am looking for, and climb up two flights of stairs to unlock the door. Then, I race down the stairs and quickly grab all my things I packed and songesha them into the apartment with ease. I switch on the news and find that another victim has been found near...
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This is a fiction story that I've been forming in my head for awhile and decided to post it.

This is a romance book but hopefully I succeed at making wewe laugh here and their. The main girl (Ember) is like me from her hair to her odd habbits. Anywho, she's pretty great and she can get along with most anyone... expect Kadin Ski. He's the most annoying, prideful, ignorant, boy she has ever met. She hates him with a burning passion.

And then something happens...

Suddenly, during a dodge ball game, things start to change. Soon she feels venerable, her stomach does cartwheels, she sweats when she...
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