Lime-smurfette

Vivien- a prologue ... Some say that she is the lady of the lake, others say that she is a cruel spirit, something between a bean sidhe and a siren. To me, she is Viven, the sea witch- a never-ending curse on humanity. Here is her story as she told it once at a party, in Regency London. I greatly doubt the truth of it, but she is, at her core, a romantic. It was said that Aphrodite sprang up from the foam of the sea. If that is so, then this is her sister, Antaphrode. The first goddess was fair to look upon, fertility abounding, hair like gold and rubies spun into silk. They say the winds carried to Cypress. After she had gone, another rose

Moonlight strings and Sunfish wings make a beautiful bed for baby Swim and play on wavy hills Night is day in starlit rills Dolphins sing a lullabye hush, my merling yawn and sigh see the turtles graze like sheep count them, baby fall asleep rest your head upon the sand where starfish shine in your dreamland.

I laid my book down on the floor, wondering what the next volume would bring as I drifted into a nice, fantasy-induced sleep. The immense inner chamber had high, white arches that bi-sected at the top of it's domed ceiling where a glass flameless lantern hung menacingly, it's many upside down teardrops casting a wicked purple glow. The sounds of the epic battle below echoed across the cavernous space, causing the light fixture to shiver, on the verge of crashing onto the raised dais floor beneath it. The blonde warrior fought with intensity and purpose, his fingers dripping with sweat and blood from gripping his wooden hilt too tightly for