[hey ever since i got this sexy new layout honoring the hot guys from potc, there arent any links besides post a weblog entry. so basicaly i cant do anything, not even change my site. so im moving to a new site, and also im not an elf...at least my character doesnt know that. i jus did eternal elf maiden becuz i love elves. iirmawen means lovely maiden, so my new site is www.xanga.com/lovelymaiden ok? its under construction, but mean time go and read my old entries cuz i think its important to get the basics first. ok writing too much laterz]

[depending on what mood im in or what fits best w/ the story, her names are iirmawen, iirma {lovely in elvish}, wen, or lovely]

     What should I bring? Let's see...well it's not like I have much anyway. I definitely must bring my journal. A gift for them? That would be nice...What do I have to give to them? Ooh, I have another idea!

     Taking off her warm jacket and boots, Lovely let her toes feel the deep green grass of Suul Durn and sat down to think about the people she would soon accompanying. She closed her eyes and and exhaled. When she opened her eyes, she was still in the same place, except different sorts of items were laid out in front of her. There was a huge, strange hat with a big fluffy feather that was a little big for her head. There was also a beautifully engraved gold case, saying 'Be Mine', with a simple but stunning gold necklace inside. Then there was a huge chest. Iirma looked inside and saw that there were some gold pieces and jewelry scattering the bottom, and on top of them were bottles and bottles of different color liquids. There was also a small purse, and inside there were miniature bottles of the same strange liquids. Iirma wanted to see what it was, so she took a tiny bottle and took a sip. She gagged at first, but drinking the rest of the thing made her feel happy and giddy. I better save the rest for the others. I wonder what these beverages are anyway?

     It was time to go. Iirmawen gathered her belongings, holding onto the heavy chest. She closed her eyes, imagined a warm, sunny place, with different shades of blue and green surrounding her on all sides, and let her breath go. Suddenly the earth beaneath her wasn't cold and scratchy, but warm, soft, movable. Everything became warm and bright; she was afraid to open her eyes. Slowly, the new enviroment became too much for all her senses to bear. Even the smell was different from the woods. Iirma saw strange trees such an ocean she was ready to tear up. She could taste the salty sea air around her as it stung her lips. There was no escape to the sound of waves washing onto the shore, and the birds sang differently, and...there were voices. Turning around, she saw a vast ship, waiting to set sail, and a set of people, all good looking, but very different than what she was used to, even though she didn't know exactly what she was used to. This must be it! I wonder how far I've traveled? How exciting!

     Iirmawen climbed down the tree. "So...you saw me? You still remember?"

     "Of course, it only happend two minutes ago. My memory isn't that bad."

     "Eltreelia, what does 'Suul Durn' mean?"

     "Hmm...strange question. Why do you ask?"

     "Well...I saw a wooden sign with that painted on it behind you, leading into the imagination area."

     "Oh! So THAT's what they called it. The children I told you about earlier called the magic room Suul Durn. I feel so foolish calling such a wonderful place the 'magic area'. It means Breathe Belief. Isn't that wonderful? Their elvish wasn't so bad. I watched them paint the sign with the juice of my berries. Such beautiful handwriting the boy had. So have you learned how to make it work?"

     Iirma struggled on how to describe what dimensions she just went through. It was beyond anything she could imagine, or understand for that matter. Still, she tried. "I did what you told me to do. I imagined whatever place I wanted to be in...but...I was trying to imagine this little area right here, with you there and the waterfall and snow and everything. When I opened my eyes I really was in there-here."

     "Oh, that's right. You can bring anywhere here, or you can bring yourself to anywhere! Now go along honey, I'm going to take a nap."

     "Eltreelia, I'm going to go on a trip and I won't be back for awhile. Alright?" But the tree was already sleeping. William Turner and friends, here I come! And she climbed up to Suul Durn.

     Images went through Wen's head, pictures of the landmarks such as the frozen waterfall, Eltreelia, the strange tree, the designs and feel of the bench, and then she let go of her breath. When she opened her eyes, she felt a mix of emotions; shock, fear, wonder, expectance, happy that her idea worked. She was back standing by the bench. Iirmawen looked around her: there was Eltreelia, the waterfall, the iced river, the tree. It must be magic! she thought. I wonder... Iirmawen climbed up Eltreelia, swung onto the edge, and peeked inside. Expecting the same green hills she always saw when going there, she saw the exact same scenery in which she was just in...only the view was from near Eltreelia's branches. Confused, she leaned in to look closer to see if anything was diferent, sticking her leg out for balance. Suddenly, she saw something move in the Eltreelia she wasn't in. Iirmawen gasped. Someone's there! She slowly moved her leg down, and saw that the something in Eltreelia moved at the same pace she did. A thought came to her head, and she moved her leg back up. The thing did the same. Up, down, side to side, whatever Wen did, the thing did the same. Cautiously, she stuck her hand out of Eltreelia's branches and waved. At the same time a hand stuck out of that Eltreelia and waved too!

     "That's me!" and she heard the other her. I'm looking at me in this place when it's that place too!  She had the impulse to look up and saw a wooden sign painted with what might have looked like dry blood, but she realized was the juice of berries. The hand writing looked pretty, even though it looked like a child might have wrote it. It said, '~Suul Durn~' Suul Durn? I wonder what that means... Iirmawen looked around into the world that her other self was in. She saw that in the spot next to the bench where she opened her eyes, it was normal, except that there was faint blue glow. Wen quickly jumped off Eltreelia, and saw that near the bench there was an archway, an opening, surrounded by the same faint blue glow. She went up to it, touching the blue stuff. It felt...well it didn't feel like anything...physically. It was more like an internal feeling, almost eternal, some happy exciting feeling. It feels magical...Maybe this is how I get back... Wen closed her eyes, went through the door, and exhaled. When she opened her eyes, she was back in the familiar warm green place. She turned around and swung back on the vine to Eltreelia

     ...I have an idea...

Iirmawen took in her surroundings as she sat on the bench near Eltreelia. She saw the waterfall. It had frozen over the night again. She smiled at one of her few memories, where she had the urge to just slide down on it. Across the river was that tree again, the one with the big bulge in the middle of it. She kept in mind to check it out one day, after she became familiar with this place. On the side of the river she was on, there was Eltreelia, sleeping soundly. There were more trees, and of course, everything was covered in snow. The bench she sat on was cold and hard, and underneath her finger tips she felt the texture of the stone that it was made of. Alright, time to give it a go.