Ingrid-Danielle

The sun had just risen when Sorcha first heard the thunder of horses that rode through the forest. Her lack in curiosity over political matters stopped her from bothering to peek out from behind the tree which she sat before. She was gathering herbs, early morning was a perfect time and this time of year especially as all the young herbs which had sprouted in the spring were now grown enough to pluck from. Sliding her sickle in a fluid motion she released the stems of mint from its stalk. Sorcha loved mint, she loved how wonderful it smelt, how it felt between her fingers and how the tea tasted as she drank by her fire on a late winters eve.

For generations now we're taught the world is millions of years old. From birth to death we're made to believe that we are nearing the end of our time. I fail to see the age in our world. I do not see the laughter lines in the eyes of the world or grey hairs sprouting. We are so young, don't you see? Look around you; we have history we could learn in a lifetime. We remember a time of darkness and fear. Science takes us on a journey far greater than we could ever imagine. The world is so much more than meets the eye. Wake up. So are you. You are more than skin and bones. same as the world is more than earth and water. As you are skin,

It's amazing isn't it. The way we feel life. Funny how we never notice that we're living until we actually take a moment to think about it. We are going to die in years that are countable and we were not always here. The world didn't start with us and the world isn't going to end with us. We began our journey thinking that the nursery we were raised in was the entire world, as we grow and our minds expand the world gradually gets bigger, but we never stop to contemplate how small we are. How insignificant we are. You and I, we're not useless, we have a purpose and a path to journey down, but if you died tomorrow morning. If you were hit b

The god's of the highlands were once far more active than they are now. Now nobody hears from the mountain God's. They are angry with man and man is angry at the God's. A hundred generations before the mountain's were a completely different place. The mountains weren't black, they were covered with forests and fields for crops; much like the forests Balor travelled through now with the Prince and his men. Man lived happily, making sacrifices of cow and sheep to the God's thanking them for all the earthly riches that they blessed them with. One day a priest begged and begged the god's to open their heavenly kingdom to him. So that he may gai