~Rhapsody sat down at her little writing desk and took out a peace of paper and a quill. And she started to write something like a history of herself and her people; the liringlass.~ "Before I was even born my mother could feel it. The note that would shape me, and carry me. We call this ntoe a life note for everything that has life has its now set of notes that one can hear through vibrations. And every note is connected to the bigger picture that is life as a whole. Everything is connected through the vibrations to make a complete song with many different parts. A tree plays its part just as a human or an animal. I was born the 6th child and my note was also the 6th, known as Ela. ~She looked up. It was a start. And enough for the night for she was to tired to go on.~

The Great Seasons grew and fell and near the time of the Great Warming of The Earth by our Mother Son something odd came about. The boys brought in a stranger with them one day. It was quiet odd because he had no idea where he was And kept talking about some strange land. Odd as he was Mother and Father didn't have the heart to send such a young lad out to fend for himself (even though he looked to have been at least one full cycle older then myself). For all his odd ways Ashe was a hard worker. Everyday he went out with the boys and my father. But unlike them he would stay and listen to mother and I every morning and evening. I could never get him to join in but that was alright, mother let us take our own religious paths and I would do the same. After supper I would stay up listening to him spin odd tales about the future. I grew quiet fond of him and his tales.

He had been with us a full two weeks when the time came for the May dance. This would be my first year to dance with the older girls. I was so excited I could hardly hold still while Mother planted baby blue ribbons in my golden curls and then laced up my corset. I didn't bother to look at myself in the mirror; I just wanted to dance. And I hoped Ashe would be my first dancing partner. He was so graceful when he was just walking. As I came to a halt at the bottom of the stairs I suddenly grew very aware of all my kin plus Ashe looking right at me with broad smiles. I remember thinking "Oh Great Mother do I look that silly?" But then something happened....Ashe walked over to me and took my hand in his and pulled me towards the door saying, "You look beautiful tonight. Will you give me the honor of your first dance?" By then my cheeks were on fire and my vocal chords must have frozen because all I could manage was a small squeak of a yes in reply.

It was the best night of my life. Ashe never stepped on my feet once like the other farm boys did. And we danced till the ribbons in my hair were starting to come out. Then just when the night couldn't have gotten any better we found ourselves sitting outside on a bunch of hay, honey cakes in our hands. He kept looking at me. It was an odd look one that matched his odd nature. I wasn't about to complain. That look made me feel like I was the only girl in the whole wide world.

There was a type of magic about us; drawing us forward till my eyes were closed and our lips touched ever so softly.

I remember falling asleep in Ashes arms for the last time. The smell of his hair, the warmth his body gave off, the strength of his arms. Those are the things I hold onto in the dark.

I woke just as the sun touched the earth. But something was wrong. I was not warm. There was no one besides me. I sat up with a jerk. He had never left me before. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes I got dressed and went looking but he was no where. Later my brothers and father all went looking for him as well. They too came home empty handed.

We never did see him again. I never saw my soul mate again. My heart was broken in so many places I became ill. Everything reminded me of him. Maybe I was foolish but I could no longer stay at home. It was intoxicating.

I ran. I ran away without saying goodbye. Like a thief in the night I stole myself from my family. Sometimes I regretted what I did. But what other choice did I have? My mother once told me that everything had to change sooner or later. I accepted that once. But that was when changes were small and did not make my heart feel like it was going to rip itself free of my chest.