His faithfulness was met with Raven leaning down. Whispering in his ear, she caused him to rally and they made a little distance. Thunderous, ear shat...ering deafening sounds Raven looked up to see the landslide. It was moving, gathering speed eating the surroundings. They had managed to make it to the foot of the sheer granite mountain. Feeling the sharpness of the ice, snow and hearing the wind whipping. The first snow shower almost took them down. ‘Ghost we got to make it to the clearing.’. I told her I was happy that she liked the design; that I was rather proud of it myself.She asked if I had designed the kitchen. I replied that I had designed the whole house and the only thing I found wrong with the design was the fact that the kitchen was so far from the garage. She asked why that was a problem and I told her because when I bought food it had to be packed the length of the house before it could be stored. I went on to say I did not just buy a couple items I usually bought a. In battle she wielded a hammer and a heavy shield. Despite her fearlessness in combat, her noble upbringing had isolated her from the real world. This meant she was completely naïve about social situations, often becoming anxious and sometimes being taken advantage of due to her innocence, unrelenting honesty, and gullibility.Her stoic second in command, and closest friend, was a Godtouched named Cal. This was presumably short for something. No-one who asked ever got a satisfying answer. Her. Disclaimer: This story is copyrighted by the author and may not be reproduced, reprinted or reposted without the express consent of Jane Howard. Although there is no sex in this story, it depicts a budding romantic relationship between two male teens, one of whom is transgendered. If such a premise offends you, please don't read it.RUNAWAYBy Jane Howard copyright 2003 She had decided to leave home when she was sixteen. The depressing steel town where she'd grown up was no place for someone like.