"Ever been crossed by something trivial,like truth?I have."
-Tri-Tail,my best friend in the community.

These words of dignity and valour apply to soo many things in life.Love,friendship,anger,whatever.It is so.....overwhelming.I get sick and tired of people's ursurpations and ingorance sometimes.These things should be transient matters,but always seem to nag on by ignorant people.Let me tell you a story.A story of all the cliched emotions that make us up,but are still oh so dear.This story isn't thought out,outlined,plotted.These are just my emotions on a bunch of tubes displayed on the monitor you're reading now that burns a whole in you as you wallow away,in front of it 'enjoying' it.

My search for love runs through my mind everyday.My longing,for this thing called 'love.' Why do I feel this urge to hold someone,to hear them breathe,to hear their heart beat alongside my own?"Gavin thought to himself."It's merely a luxury I must deal without.But I must.I need love.Love has been so absent in my life.Why does thy lord deprive ME of it?Why?IF God is so all-powerful,why doesn't he help me?"

Gavin had admired a single damsel all since his meeting her.Her skin is of silk,Her expression,never anguish,Lips as red as a crimson droplet of blood,Her eyes of an icy blue,so blue you could fall and fall into but never hit the cold,hard,silverish ice.Hair of auburn,and a voice that was to him,as equal as the rhapsody played by the harp.Where did he meet such a damsel,you ask?In a place.No particular spot on the map.Only he can describe it.He cannot go back,for to go back,he would march miles upon miles upon miles.This place........It always was sunset-perfect for romance,a castle that was floors and floors higher than any one built by any of the richest kings.The blocks that made up this castle were solid gold.Never dirty.But what land mught you find such a perfect land,you ask?Why,in the perfect land,of course.An uncharted place.Not many visitors.Grasses greener than of growth spread by the faeries.Wind so succulant that it always had the faint smell of daisies and daphodilles,and would whisper in your ear the tale of 1000 words.But...what such a world might this perfect land,with the perfect castle,and the perfect damsel be?Far off-in only one such a place-Gavin's mind.

He'd dream,and dream,and dream for what seemed like and eternity about this damsel made for him.He also just finished studying under the what seemed to be the finest priest/doctor in all of Credania.Gavin knew what to do.He knew exactly what to do.He'd create this damsel himself.